"For My Dawgs" turns the record's energy into a survivalist street anthem: "One lousy-ass bullet can't fuckin' stop me." Waka's reckless fatalism- that sense of him teetering on a knife's edge- is the part of his persona that best fits with the approach of the album's Makaveli namesake.īut it's the sound of the album that sticks out the most at first, a sonic barrage of uncontained hood aggression. Party" subverts the record's adrenaline into a cocktail of intoxicated cockiness and tense creepiness- a dark, twisted party jam.
Certain songs jump out immediately- especially rap-anthem-of-the-year contender "Hard in Da Paint".
There are zero attempts at crossover, no R&B choruses (unless you count Roscoe Dash's rasp over Drumma Boy's ominous marching horn anthem "No Hands"). For 17 straight tracks, Flockaveli is a furious torrent of gangsta rap id.
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