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<\/a><\/center><\/p>\nMixtape: Lord$ Never Worry
\nArtist: A$AP Mob
\nReleased: August 28, 2012<\/p>\n
What can you expect from a crew that A.ssvssinates $.niches V.nd P.olice in order to A.cumulate $.tatus V.nd P.ower?<\/p>\n
well…<\/p>\n
Expect pit bulls to run loose off of their collars barking and snarling in the background of the beats. Expect vocals to be screwed down like jolly ranchers at the bottom of double cups of pro-meth. Expect coke and white bitches, you know\u2026 It’s that nasty baby crack in the sock 90’s shit with a twist of Harlem World on the flux-capacitor to splash you with that new new in 2012.<\/p>\n
Part Bone Thugz ‘N’ Harmony, part No Limit Soldiers, and crossbred all the way from Houston to the Mecca of this hip hop shit, Lord$ Never Worry<\/strong> is the A$VP Mob’s<\/strong> manifest destiny. Older heads might be thrown for a loop expecting New Yitty to still sound like Hell On Earth according to Havoc’s old drum machines\u2026 but don’t be turned off just cuz there’s some swag mixed in with the grittiness.<\/p>\n P On The Boards<\/strong> even samples drums from Shook Ones Pt. 2 on “Jay Reed”<\/em> with A$VP Twelvyy & Da$h<\/strong>. And yeah, you might say they bit a little something something spitting lines like “scared to death, he scared to look, he shook\u2026”<\/em> but what better way to pay homage to the infamous Queensbridge murderers than to catch some new jacks slipping on the late night. How many lines has Hov stolen from B.I.G.? Point taken. Sometimes its just about paying respect instead of swagger jacking.<\/p>\n And sonically\u2026 this album is on the cutting edge. E-Smitty<\/strong> brings the heat for A$VP Ferg<\/strong> on “Choppas On Deck.”<\/em> Clams Casino<\/strong> will have you creeping on your bitches and burning blunts over looking the water at the port with his slow smoke infused beat on “Freeze”<\/em> with A$VP Rocky<\/strong> and Jim Jones<\/strong>. Benson Graves<\/strong> laces the crew with fire enough to have Shallah Raekwon<\/strong> of the almighty Wu-Tang Clan<\/strong> feature on “Underground Killa$”<\/em>. And even A$VP Ty Beats<\/strong> keeps the dope uncut with “Banging On Waxx”<\/em>. <\/p>\n The beats paint a picture of the city in a similar manner to the way El-P did with his work on Def Jux. And with as many producers as there are throwing in on the pot with this mixtape, it’s amazing how seamless it sounds. Don’t go into this project expecting to hear poetics like Nas or Blackstar. You know what I’m saying tho? These are 40 ounce anthems to get your dick sucked to\u2026 it’s not rocket science, and there’s nothing wrong with that. A$VP Rocky<\/strong> is similar to Snoop in the fact that it’s about his flow and his delivery more than what he’s saying. That’s the key element of style here. A$VP Ferg<\/strong> is off the wall in the same way that Mystikal spits, and it might sound like he went full retard at first, but there is a method to his madness.<\/p>\n Medusa faces turn me into stone –A$VP Ferg<\/strong> on “Choppas On Deck.”<\/em><\/p>\n This is one mixtape that gets better with every listen. Don’t let the hateration fool you just cuz the Mob is on top of the game right now. It’s not a flawless mixtape, or even 5 mic worthy in The Source, but it is original, and it’s banging, and what more could you ask for? These are some young cats who aren’t afraid to be themselves, they are setting trends, not following them. So crack a brew, crack a bitch, and crack a philly. There are no Socrates philosophies or hypothesis here, but this is some ol’ hip hop shit, parental discretion and all that. Just don’t end up sniffing bath salts cuz all you can think about is dope, money and hoes.<\/p>\n Download the album here<\/a>.<\/p>\n You know ya man’s Drop Jewelz.<\/p>\n
\nVersace killers and Ralph murderin’ Dior Hommes
\nMy skinny niggas fuckin’ bring the chrome
\nThe only thing I’m killin’ is a microphone
\nNow let my little niggas take you home
\nOne straight to the dome
\nBetter ring the alarm, Fergy’s home
\nEver taste the chrome? Way far from a silver spoon
\nSing your lullabies, watch your mother and your brother cry
\nFuck your sister’s brains, causin’ mental homicide
\nMotherfuck your life, fuck your family nigga, fuck your wife
\nI be down for life (A$VP) be my brothers for life
\nBig money, talk to me nice
\nTalk to me nice or don’t talk to me at all
\nGrippin’ that mack, now he grippin’ the floor
\nRa-ta-tat-tat let it split through your jaw
\nLaid on your back, whispering Lord, bet he couldn’t see his death
\nBerrettas under the leather, he couldn’t see this tech
\nTeflon vest for those who test
\nA bunch of niggas getting throwed, call me Jazzy Jeff.<\/p>\n