Emcees of out Queens-bridge write gritty street tales better than any other lyricists in the game, as if its a natural birthright. And old school alum Tragedy Khadafi isnt about to let the ball drop on his latest, where he and a host of neighborhood friends like Havoc, Cormega and Nature all get on the mike and keep shit hotter than Mississippi in July.
Thug Matrix aint for the faint; Tragedy paints hood life more vividly than Donald Goines, which will kill his commercial chances with suburbanites, but who cares? Hip-shooting like Gorilla Rap (featuring Raekwon) could give old ladies heart attacks; others, like The Game featuring Havoc are smooth and dont bang out like your typical QB track, but are perfect for splitting a Dutch.
Corny as it sounds, the beats on Thug Matrix are a big part of what makes Tragedys new album stellar. And between the Alchemist, Havoc and Scram Jones, the head-nods come fast and furious. If youve not copped a Khadafi album yet, this one is a hell of an introduction.
Jonathan Cunningham writes about music for Metro Times. Send comments to email@example.com.