Freddie is hands down one of the best rappers alive... 100% lyrics and flows Man if he could ever drop a joint album with MF DOOM's acapellas and Madlib/Alchemist, this shit would be INSANE. RIP DOOM
@@Thoooomas I concur that it's definitely not "Heather" ... It sounds heavily influenced by Mr. Cobham or Mr. Lonnie Liston Smith but I think it's something Alchemist created 🤔 The excerpt at the end is of Mr. Gil Scott-Heron speaking from his "Pieces of a Man"!! 💜💜💜👑💜💜💜
@@nickcabrera3087 Still pack that bladadah (still carries his gun) subhanallah (Subhan'Allah is Arabic for “Glory be to god") I pray to Mecca” He is saying the recent fame has not changed him, and if he has to shoot someone destiny is in god's hands, and he is good with god. Most likely referring to him being shot at recently, and targeted by a fake rape beef. Considering that's what the entire hook revolves around.
@@Robert-si5su All real Hip Hop heads know that Riff is worthy, Bronson, Al and many others have worked with Him, He may come off as a clown but he stepped in when the culture needed Him, a reminder that a true freestyle is off the dome, lyrics matter as does original looks and content he came looking like all those younger fools to the 10th power spitting nonsense and winning those over who get it, Riff a legend!
@@marxxofomniscience3713 Bruh I been waiting on RTJ4 since RTJ3 😂 El-P has been one of my favorites since the Company Flow days man. Dude is such a monster producer too, same shit with Alchemist. Both of them dudes have been in the game for so long! I always laugh when mfs say Em is the best or only good white rapper, I'm just like clearly these fools never heard of El-P, Alchemist, or even R.A. the Rugged Man for that matter, and they all been in the game longer than Em too.
@@pablomogosi8712 real talk brother, but we gotta stay hopeful, we'll eventually get there, we have emcees like Stogie T and Proverb, so there's a light at the end of the tunnel
Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure Sippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho off home with nothin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir [Verse 1] I didn't want to speak on this shit But it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause really I fuck with this rap But my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah) Them crackers they got enough on us To go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah) A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O. They comin', they snatchin' the gang now Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in the shit Big Finball in this bitch, cuz with Willy brother all in the six Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper When I hit him, left his draws full of shit (Brrt) Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down But I'll be so proud to put the dope down for the [Chorus] Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir [Verse 2] Gangland shit Fuck around, get gangland hit I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique Nigga, where the whole gang at, bitch? Where the watch and the chain at, bitch? Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch I was fuckin' in the A for like four days straight But a nigga never claim that bitch I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof Fuck a DM, I'm sendin' them killers through I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs Man, this shit get political Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle Get the spoon and I'm scrapin' the residue Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos Man, this shit get political Rock it up then blade that shit Dog food, nigga, slang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit A nigga might get gangland hit That east side insane-ass shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit, fuck nigga
The first two seconds could make a whole instrumental. That little deep groan noise or slight chatter or whatever that instrument was in the first couple seconds is crazy I wish it was intensified and played more times
Haven’t been this excited for an album since the last Scarface dropped. Out of all I’ve heard so far this one is my favorite off Alfredo. Keep them coming Gibbs, thank you for the creativity.
You live in South Africa and you mention Freddie And Alchemist and people look at you like, "who's that??" Seriously how can you ignore such a devilish flow and masterful production, geez💯🔥🔥🔥
Lyrics: Aight, check it out Uh, gang, gang Yeah, will it ever be the same? Uh, Big Fivo, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) It's here (uh) Yeah (One, two) Yeah, yeah Kane train baby (One, two, new flow, check it out) Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Sippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir I didn't want to speak on this shit but it really been rackin' my brain now (yeah, yeah) 'Cause really I fuck with this rap but my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (huh, yeah) Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherfuckin' case now (yeah) A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in this shit Big Fen ball in this bitch 'Cause with Willy brother all in the six Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper When I hit him, left his draws full of shit Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down But I'll be so proud to put the dope down For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Gangland shit Fuck around, get gangland hit I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch? Where the watch and the chain at, bitch? Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch I was fuckin' in the A, for like four days straight But a nigga never claim that bitch I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof Fuck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs Man, this shit get political Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos Man, this shit get political Rock it up then blade that shit Dog food nigga slang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit Nigga might get gangland hit East side sang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit Fuck nigga Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Yo Yo, I would like to say, you know? My man Kane smoked him, you know? But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody Don't use somebody else for shit
I think it’s “still pack that bladada, subhan allah, I pray to Mecca” could be wrong about the first part, but subhan allah means Glory to God in Arabic, and repeating that is a part of praying in Islam
Oh Word. Desiree desire. Like dat????? Where ya from? I'm reppin NYC!!! Burnin on some sour right now. I think it's from Cali!!??? Freddie Gibbs all day!!! FACTS ⛽
I just wanna freestyle for alchemist one day so he can trust me with his Godly beats as he's done with other legends. This beat with a real artist you can't go wrong. Freddie G is the truth .
The first two seconds could make a whole instrumental. That little “agghhh” groan noise in the first couple seconds is crazy I wish it was intensified and played more times
@@eseoraka I know this album was all the alchemist, but the producers he works with like Pharrell and alchemist and even Madlib help show his lyricism.
What i like about this Album is how most of the beats of the Albums are linked each other, and how the atmosphere build up for Scottie Beam is at 2:55 to the end
Listen to boldy james “The price of tea in China” also produced by Alchemist (my second favorite album this year behind this one) and it does the same. It’s like they both tell a story
There is something about this transition, maybe the small background sounds, maybe the echo. Whatever it is, it fits perfect for both the end of this song and for the beginning of Scottie Beam.
Got Yall. Aight, check it out Uh, gang, gang Yeah, will it ever be the same? Uh, Big Fivo, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) It's here (uh) Yeah (One, two) Yeah, yeah Kane train baby (One, two, new flow, check it out) Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Sippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir I didn't want to speak on this shit but it really been rackin' my brain now (yeah, yeah) 'Cause really I fuck with this rap but my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (huh, yeah) Them crackers they got enough on us to go start a motherfuckin' case now (yeah) A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O, they comin', they snatchin' the gang now Big sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in this shit Big Fen ball in this bitch 'Cause with Willy brother all in the six Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper When I hit him, left his draws full of shit Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down But I'll be so proud to put the dope down For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Gangland shit Fuck around, get gangland hit I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch? Where the watch and the chain at, bitch? Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch I was fuckin' in the A, for like four days straight But a nigga never claim that bitch I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof Fuck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs Man, this shit get political Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos Man, this shit get political Rock it up then blade that shit Dog food nigga slang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit Nigga might get gangland hit East side sang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit Fuck nigga Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some extras out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Yo Yo, I would like to say, you know? My man Kane smoked him, you know? But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody Don't use somebody else for shit
To me, this album (as well as soul sold separately) cements Freddie as his own catagor. Man's has rapped commercially, generationally and now, pioneeringly.
There's a lot of artists in the game that are good at a lot of different things. Some are amazing lyricists/storytellers, some always have insane production and beats (Ye), but Freddie? This dude's talent is his flow/timing. This dude is so good at riding a beat he his bars make my heart jump. He vinyl wraps his tracks with is words and it's amazing.
