{"id":9332,"date":"2012-11-26T11:36:06","date_gmt":"2012-11-26T11:36:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/illsocietymag.com\/?p=9332"},"modified":"2012-11-26T11:51:43","modified_gmt":"2012-11-26T11:51:43","slug":"roc-marciano-reloaded","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/illsocietymag.com\/?p=9332","title":{"rendered":"Roc Marciano: Reloaded"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Album: Reloaded
\nArtist: Roc Marciano
\nReleased: November 13, 2012<\/p>\n

This is another saga in the tradition of godfather rap classics. The scope of fashion, crime, beautiful women, drugs and gunplay on this album makes you think Marciano<\/strong> should be writing screenplays for Scorsese. His word play is elegant yet violent at the same time. It’s so blaxploitationally on point, Black Dynamite would cruise around in a Rolls Royce to it, or better yet, Donald Goines would rig syringes of black tar heroin to it before sitting down at his typewriter.<\/p>\n

In the short and sweet… this right here is pyrex. Straight from 1970 something to the 2000 now. Expect vintage loops with minimal drums. It’s New York in all of its glory. Surprisingly, Roc<\/strong> holds down most of the production work himself. He has a knack for picking samples that create a mood perfect for gun toting, extortion, seduction and weed smoke. The beats made by Roc<\/strong> do an excellent job of allowing his rhymes to take center stage. Alchemist<\/strong> and Q-Tip<\/strong> also lend their skills to the album, but no matter who’s behind the decks, Roc Marciano’s<\/strong> pen game commands a presence like a bank heist.<\/p>\n

as a dove flew out the glove of a magician
\nit was just as i predicted\u2026 reality is prescripted
\ntrees twisted autistic, gorgeous hitmen escort the vixen
\nportions of imported liquids
\nto buy snakes and acquired tastes, who play for higher stakes
\nwine and dine by the fireplace
\nromantic\u2026 strawberries on the coke
\nmy chariot approached, i vanished
\nparlaying with the players, switch layers. mr. rogers
\ngaloshes, foxes that dance topless
\ni hit the spot that’s erogenous, erotic
\nbrolic hips, hippopotamus, chocolate bitch
\nthe clock that is swiss, the chronic is lit, gin and tonic
\nthe mix, the benzes is six, inside the matrix i’m the glitch
\n.357 with the rubber grip, so when the beef cock
\nthat shit don’t slip…<\/em><\/p>\n

– “Flash Gordon”<\/strong><\/em> by Roc Marciano<\/strong><\/p>\n

Roc Marciano<\/strong> weaves together tales of criminology on a cuban link level. “Thug’s Prayer, Pt. 2”<\/strong><\/em> finds Marc<\/strong> pissing off of skyscrapers, and “Nine Spray”<\/strong><\/em> is a throwback to Jeru the Damaja<\/strong>, with a haunting beat and nickel plated bar work. The deluxe edition features 3 extra songs, all worth their weight in pure cocaine. Roc<\/strong> got the “fishscale the same color as Kevin McHale” so you know it’s dope.<\/p>\n

Put Roc Marciano<\/strong> in the cannon of hip hop right next to Kool G Rap<\/strong> and Raekwon the Chef<\/strong>. He’s an emcee’s emcee and never strings his pearls before swine. The lyrics all across the board on this release are top notch. It’s like watching a James Bond intro theme featuring nothing but fly shit. Reloaded<\/strong> will have you placing the mp3’s of these songs into your iPod like hollow point rounds into the extendo clip. It’s murder in motion, and definitely one of the best releases of 2012. Make sure you cop it on itunes<\/a>.<\/p>\n

-you know ya man’s @DropJewelz.<\/p>\n