I was way into No Limit at one point, I think once I bought the soundtrack to Bout It Bout It, which was also some of my earliest exposure to Sic Wid It camp as well (that one song "Come On" with B-Legit off that soundtrack is probably my favorite song on something that I've lost possession of). You hear a lot of southern rappers in the zine-ish glossy southern rap mags talk about how NY was always prejudiced against southern rappers, and Master P seems to be an example of that. I mean, he's no linguistical genius, but he also was never trying to be. And there's a catchiness to a lot of the better shit he did which was a pre-cursor to the annoyingly catchy crap like "Shoulder Lean" and "Laffy Taffy" that's blip blooping across the radio dials today.
Strange that P had to declare bankruptcy, because he, along with Rap-a-Lot, was a blueprint for being as independent as possible to increase personal revenue, and you wonder how a motherfucker who was making millions on a monthly basis could've screwed it up. But then when you think about him being Ricky Williams' agent for that initial New Orleans Saints contract that probably ruined Ricky Williams' life, you can see that P probably made some shitty business decisions, expanding into things he ought not to have messed around with.
But all that's beside the point. This is about Ghetto D. I think he explains how to turn coke into crack just as fluently as Biggie did, and I've got a strong weak spot for songs like "Weed & Money", "We Riders", or "Pass Me Da Green". Master P might not've written too many seventeen syllable bars, but he could come up with a hook. Or at least pay somebody well who could come up with a hook. And plus, pen and pixels cover art is still the king. I'm surprised more shitty indy rock bands haven't done pen and pixel covers.
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speaking of bad business decisions, Master P just signed to his 17 year old son's record label. Silkk the Shocker is also on that label. I'd post a link, but there's really not much else to the story.
PS. One of the early episodes of Cribs features Master P. He showed his bedroom and 90% of everything in it was made out of gold. He said the room was probably worth 3 million dollars. That's why he's broke.
Rich D:
I think Ghetto D and Ice Cream Man both seem to fall into that category of being good before crossing over into the overkill of what P became.
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