Columbia
Production: DJ Premier, Large Professor, Pete Rock, Q-Tip, L.E.S
Rating: 5
While the media was hyping Snoopās album as the most anticipated debut of all time, many of us in the hip-hop core had our eyes on another prize-Illmatic., the debut āreality story bookā from Queensbridgeās Nas (formerly known as Nasty Nas). After peeping his skill on āLive at the BBQā, āBack to the Grillā, and the official bomb, āhalftimeā, street dwellers and industry folks alike were predicting Nasā first album to be monumental
Now, Iām not one to sweat the next man, but⦠I must maintain that this is one of the best hip-hop albums I have ever heard. Word. Let me speak on it
Musically, when Nas hooked up with four of hip-hopās purest producers, it seems like all of the parties involved took their game to a higher level of expression. Whether listening to the dark piano chords of Pete Rockās meaner side on āThe World is Yoursā, or Primoās sinister bounce on āRepresentā or Large Professorās old-soul sound on āMemory Laneā, or Q-Tipās jazzy marimba melody on āOne Loveā ā it all motivates. Your mind races to keep up with Nasā lyricism, while your body dips to the beat
Lyrically, the whole shit is on point. No cliched metaphors, no gimmicks. Never too abstract, never superficial. Even the skit-intros are meaningful, and the albumās only guest rapper, AZ, is dangerous in his own right. (And heās unsigned too? Not for long, son) Nas is just the epitome of that āNew York State of Mindā in terms of style and delivery. But even outside of the āRotten Appleā ā āListeners, bluntheads, fly ladies and prisoners, Hennessy-holders, and Old School n***asā from all over will be able to relate to Nasā many techniques. Nas creates fantasy: āI drink Moet with Medusa/Give her shotguns in Hell/From the spliff that I lift and inhaleā. He philosophizes : āI switched my motto/Instead of saying āfuck tomorrowā/That buck that bought a bottle/Coulda struck the Lottoā. He flows : āOne forthe money/Two for the pussy and foreign cars/Three for Alize, n***as deceased or behind bars/I rap divine, god/Check the prognosis, is it real as showbiz/My window faces shoutouts/Drugs overdoses/Live amongst no roses, only the drama/For real, a nickel-plate is my fate/My medicine is the ganjaā. And on, and onā¦
Nasā images remind me a lot of personal memories and people, both passed and present, so the impact goes beyond just the entertainment aspect. All this may sound like melodrama but itās not just me, Iāve been hearing similar responses all over. While āMemory Laneā, is my shit, my homies claim āThe World Is Yoursā, and if youāve got peoples doing time, them āOne Loveā may hit you the hardest. There is nothing wack though, just different intensities for different people to relate to. The bottom line is this : even if the album doesnāt speak to you on that personal level, the music itself is still well worth the money. If you canāt at least appreciate the value of Nasā poetical realism, then you best get yourself up out of hip-hop. Keep it real, baby