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Ghetto Sports/MTM

Ghetto Sports/MTM
“Now or Never”
Ghetto Sports

These dudes aren’t fucking around. From the hardcore intro to “No More Struggling” (the last track in their impressively extensive collection), Ghetto Sports/MTM come real and unique with styles and beats that blow half the Mainstream shit out of the water and back into the ether from whence they came. These tracks are genuine bangers from a roster of rappers reppin’ Queens and Amityville, respectively...

Ghetto Sports/MTM
“Now or Never”
Ghetto Sports

These dudes aren’t fucking around. From the hardcore intro to “No More Struggling” (the last track in their impressively extensive collection), Ghetto Sports/MTM come real and unique with styles and beats that blow half the Mainstream shit out of the water and back into the ether from whence they came. These tracks are genuine bangers from a roster of rappers reppin’ Queens and Amityville, respectively. “Rappers don’t wanna battle/I’m too nice on the mic/It’s somethin’ like virgin pussy/Cuz my flow is tight.” It is cocky yet sincere rhymes like this that prove a tried and true formula for Ghetto Sports and establish them as a force to be reckoned with. Slinging verses dripping with street smarts and sarcasm, they slice a path through the underground and emerge with some of the freshest material Hip Hop has seen since the birth of Nas and, even, Public Enemy. The East coast is back and more brutal than ever. Listen for Izzy choppin’ it in the intro

about weak-ass busters: “Don’t go against the grain/You’d rather slit your wrists/Or go wrong, dawg, with an HIV-infected bitch.” Lines like these had me rollin’, as I’m sure they will for any listener aware and awake. In keeping with their signature, homeboys kick start the fiercely relevant “Hip Hop Ain’t Dead” with an announcement that it’s the bottom of the ninth. Unbelievable! If anybody can prove the genre is alive and vital it’s Ghetto Sports. Highlights include production assistance by Attic Sounds and some dope samples from Biggie (R.I.P.) and New York’s own Jay-Z. And if that’s all not enough, the crew comes real with words urging parental responsibility (“Smoked a pack a day/Died like Gotti did/So stop smokin’/Cuz I’m tryin’ to live life for my kids/I took trips even though I was on probation.”). As a lifelong fan of rap music, it’s nice to see a group unashamed to tell life stories (see: “Can’t Dwell on the Past”) with retrospective detail

and candor. But the most awe-inspiring joint on the disc is “Push,” a more introspective lament about being a pusher, living with regrets and, ultimately, creating your own redemption. The ethereal background drives the emotional lyrics to their dramatic climax.

“I’m gonna make it cool to have common sense” is the word and that word is bond, more importantly that word is God. This summer’s their summer, kid. Keep a bloodshot eye peeled when this album streets.—Bob Freville

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