Wednesday, August 04, 2004
a gangsta pat album from 1995 called deadly verses
the front cover: lightning bolts and lava sidegrounds. pat crouching on yellow grass in front of a big stone cross and spring or autumn trees, orlando magic jersey and matching black/white/blue nikes, gold tapeworm chain and gold fourfingers ring, big fake looking afro and bright fake red eyes, holding a junior high yearbook presumably from which the titular deadly verses are being read. on the back cover: pat leaning against a white bronco, one foot up on the driver's side running board.
pat has a flat white person voice and a plain fast southern rapper flow. there's not much to say about him. it says in the liner notes that he made all the beats. it says he played the bass guitar and lead guitar on every track except one. he thanks: phyllis hall, sly, big nate and god.
all the songs have the same spooky, cheap as fuck keyboard sounds, like totally blewout and fucked up sounding keyboards that never ever sounded right to anyone and not like dj paul/juicy j shit where it's supposed to sound like that. and the same southern drums, big deep ones under everything and crispy skittery ones way way up above them. it sounds like the stuff you'd usually want to fill your ears with, big fake keyboards and throbby drums, but it's all like so realistically dreary that it gives you that not breathing hard enough to fill your lungs properly weakness that you get when you listen to screw for a long time or any old greasy southern riding music that makes your body tired when you listen to it for a long time.
the original version of tear the club up is on it. it's slow and you couldn't tear a club up while listening to it. in the first part he says the name of a neighborhood in memphis and some guys shout in the distance: tear the club up. in the second part he says the name of a guy from memphis and some guys shout in the distance: smoke a blunt fool.
there's a song about how good it is to smoke weed and how he rolls cadillac and is going to float up into the sky and touch the clouds and there are sort of fake west coast keyboards like master p used to like. there's a song about how he's going insane from smoking weed and he goes to hell and meets the devil and there are fake west coast keyboards again and he smokes weed with the devil and asks him what hell is like and the devil starts talking a bunch of bullshit and pat calls him on it and the devil possesses him and makes him kill people and calls him a stupid motherfucker and calls him a stupid motherfucker and they recite the enter sandman prayer together and he decides not to smoke weed anymore.
there's a song called the oj murder story, which is why he's leaning against a white bronco. it's about how he killed nicole and ron. he's picking up some coke in california and takes a wrong turn and sees a white bitch with big tits and smokes a blunt with her in his truck. they go to her house and he sees pictures of her with oj. he beats her up and rapes her. there's a knock at the door, kills ron and goes back and beats nicole to death. it's okay, it was 1995. there's a part at the end where the devil talks again (there's a song called smokin with the devil where the devil is introduced [triple six stole overdoing devil cameos from gangsta pat!! (the only pat song i knew before i got this cd was the triple six diss tear yo club down [YOU TALK THE TALK NOW WALK THE WALK, YOU SUCKAS CAN'T SEE ME / GREW UP BUMPIN OFF MY SHIT NOW YOU WANNA BE ME / I CATCH MY NAME IN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN, YOU GET CLOWNED / FUCK TEAR CLUB, I'MA TEAR IT DOWN, BITCH])]) and says the moral of the song is that anyone could have done that shit and the law says innocent until proven guilty-- but it's the devil, so what the fuck.
pat has a flat white person voice and a plain fast southern rapper flow. there's not much to say about him. it says in the liner notes that he made all the beats. it says he played the bass guitar and lead guitar on every track except one. he thanks: phyllis hall, sly, big nate and god.
all the songs have the same spooky, cheap as fuck keyboard sounds, like totally blewout and fucked up sounding keyboards that never ever sounded right to anyone and not like dj paul/juicy j shit where it's supposed to sound like that. and the same southern drums, big deep ones under everything and crispy skittery ones way way up above them. it sounds like the stuff you'd usually want to fill your ears with, big fake keyboards and throbby drums, but it's all like so realistically dreary that it gives you that not breathing hard enough to fill your lungs properly weakness that you get when you listen to screw for a long time or any old greasy southern riding music that makes your body tired when you listen to it for a long time.
the original version of tear the club up is on it. it's slow and you couldn't tear a club up while listening to it. in the first part he says the name of a neighborhood in memphis and some guys shout in the distance: tear the club up. in the second part he says the name of a guy from memphis and some guys shout in the distance: smoke a blunt fool.
there's a song about how good it is to smoke weed and how he rolls cadillac and is going to float up into the sky and touch the clouds and there are sort of fake west coast keyboards like master p used to like. there's a song about how he's going insane from smoking weed and he goes to hell and meets the devil and there are fake west coast keyboards again and he smokes weed with the devil and asks him what hell is like and the devil starts talking a bunch of bullshit and pat calls him on it and the devil possesses him and makes him kill people and calls him a stupid motherfucker and calls him a stupid motherfucker and they recite the enter sandman prayer together and he decides not to smoke weed anymore.
there's a song called the oj murder story, which is why he's leaning against a white bronco. it's about how he killed nicole and ron. he's picking up some coke in california and takes a wrong turn and sees a white bitch with big tits and smokes a blunt with her in his truck. they go to her house and he sees pictures of her with oj. he beats her up and rapes her. there's a knock at the door, kills ron and goes back and beats nicole to death. it's okay, it was 1995. there's a part at the end where the devil talks again (there's a song called smokin with the devil where the devil is introduced [triple six stole overdoing devil cameos from gangsta pat!! (the only pat song i knew before i got this cd was the triple six diss tear yo club down [YOU TALK THE TALK NOW WALK THE WALK, YOU SUCKAS CAN'T SEE ME / GREW UP BUMPIN OFF MY SHIT NOW YOU WANNA BE ME / I CATCH MY NAME IN YOUR MOUTH AGAIN, YOU GET CLOWNED / FUCK TEAR CLUB, I'MA TEAR IT DOWN, BITCH])]) and says the moral of the song is that anyone could have done that shit and the law says innocent until proven guilty-- but it's the devil, so what the fuck.
