The Real ‘Red Gone Wild’ Review
Nuff’ respect to all the readers of this blog that actually went to Target, Best Buy or K-Mart and bought the Redman album. I do have something vested in seeing Red succeed with this long overdue project, but it’s only in the overall sense of Hip-Hop living and yada, yada, yada. I don’t want y’all to get crazy and start buying up all of these old fossilized rappers’ shits just because Will.i.am or the Neptunes are doing some of their tracks. Redman’s shit was worth my 16 bucks just for the sheer amount of content that the CD included. Considering the fact that his last album was damn near in the last millennium this offering could have been a double album.
I don’t know a gotdamn thing about releasing an album so maybe it’s a good thing that Red didn’t double up on this return to the spotlight. When I saw Red in concert last year with Raekwon he had a little crew with him that was performing as the Gilla House gang. It was three dudes and none of them were particularly memorable, but you just knew that Red was going to give his weedcarriers their time to shine with this album. Being that this is Redman, you know he’s got hell’a weedcarriers too. Red’s got so much weed he prah’lee has a dude on staff just to carry the Dutch Masters box. The Gilla House gang has a few tracks to spit on during this album but not enough that you really get tired of them and not enough that they take away from Red’s skills.
I remember one time in my old apartment in the now Dominican neighborhood of Corona when I was doing some spring cleaning. I usually did this every four years so that I really had some shit to clean. I was removing this area rug from the living room and under it I found a blunt about ¾ long. Holy shit! This was like a treat too since I didn’t have any smoke on me at the time. I may have been on one of my weed sabbaticals where I don’t smoke at all for several months just to prove to myself that I am the lord of the castle. Finding this el was a sign to me from GOD that I should smoke. I did, and damn was that shit good. Listening to Redman’s new album was like finding that blunt under the rug. You knew the game was missing something and here it is. Btw, I don’t endorse smoking anything even though there was this report released that says that alcohol is worse for you than weed. Go figure.
The opening track on the album is called ‘Fire’. And for good reason. Listening to Redman flow is like watching a real artist paint. He’s stylistic and quirky, as opposed to lame and jerky. He’s a real emcee rapping, not just some dude that people like because they don’t know any better. Redman still flows like it was 1997 which was good and bad. It’s good because no one else puts punchlines together like he does. He brings that crazy mofo style back to the game where you have no idea what he’s going to say out of his mouth, but you know it’s gots to be funky. The only reason I say that this could be a bad thing is because I caught a few lines that seemed dated. I mean this dude did have this album completed over four years ago so I cuts him some slack. Redman with a shot of Novocain on his gums is still better than your favorite rapper.
The other fly shit about this album are all the rap stars that came out to support the project. You know Meth is gonna be on that piece, as well as Keith Murray. Ghostface, Erick Sermon and even Biz Markie make a guest spot on this joint. Snoop and Nate Dogg get down with a weed tribute song. If Snoop only rapped about weed he might be the greatest rapper evar. Byron Crawford says that the last Snoop album was the most slept on in Hip-Hop for 2006. I tend to believe him since his website tagline says that he is the only Hip-Hop website in the world. People slept on that 213 album too. Red’s skits are hilarious as usual and this one joint called ‘Ice Cream Man’ is effin’ reedirkulon 4000.
I remember going to the album release party for Red’s ‘Malpractice’ CD. It was at this club in downtown Manhattan. There was some dude dressed up in the Redman mascot costume acting the fool all night. He was just dancing crazy and bumping people and touching chicks slightly inappropriately. We hung out all night waiting for Redman to show up. Come to find out later on that Red was there all along inside the mascot costume. That nigga Redman is crazy. That nigga Redman is Hip-Hop.