(1993, Delicious Vinyl Records)
You know, the internet being acting like it's all that and knows everything, but when I was looking up this single, since it's amidst the mass of vinyl out in my cold ass camper, which tends to be off limits during the deep winter months, everything I found on Masta Ace discography listed this single with no mention of "Born to Roll", which is what makes this single so awesome. Understand, I had the "Jeep Ass Nigguh" single, and the original song was great enough. And I was buying a lot of vinyl back then, and Masta Ace was gonna get snatched up every time, being the album this was off of is good start to end (like most Masta Ace shit, which the internet acts like it knows already, but does it really feel it, or does it just perpetuate this "Masta Ace is the shit" persona because everyone else acts like it's supposed to be that way; the internet seems to be on some emperor ain't got no clothes trip a lot of times). And "SlaughtaHouse" was a solid enough song to have the single of, for remixed version and instrumentals because I tended to be the blunt-happy Super Nintendo playing some WWF Royal Rumble type dude who would play some quality instrumentals for like 9 hours in a row back then. But when I bought this single and heard "Born to Roll" for the first time... holy fuck. That was some genre-shattering shit.
Now let me clarify for a second. I'm not trying to get into music dork "Masta Ace bridged the seemingly impossible gap of east coast and west coast, furthered on the Sittin' On Chrome LP, which was notable because of self-destructive tribalism polluting hip hop at the time blah blah fucking blah" meme. I don't care about trends or who did what first or what caused this or that. It's just, as a giant music fan (as opposed to dork which I probably am too, hence this list that I may or may not ever finish by the end of the year like originally planned upon), know good shit as it spikes through my eardrum. Often times there is no explaining it at all. "Jeep Ass Nigguh" in its original form was a pretty top-notch track for that boom bap era on its own, but slowing the pace of it over top that new thick ass bass line on this remix, it was much too much. This was also the golden era of riding ass music, that you could just cruise too, with 808 bumps galore to rattle your side view mirrors as you looked for cops while you sipped on your Mickey's double deuce. But most of that riding music tended to be pornographic (like Too Short) or gangsta as fuck (like pretty much everything else). Just hearing a nice, smooth ass traditional east coast lyricist make a sumthin' 2 ride 2 track was like rounding the corner, bumping into some roller skating chick whose stick of chocolate got in the jar of peanut butter I was eating on while walking around for some reason, and we knew it was perfect together as we tasted it, and we ended up tearing up the bed sheets in the whirlpool room of the Comfort Inn all weekend long.
I don't know why the internet I perused didn't acknowledge "Born to Roll" as the first song on the B-side of this single, before "Saturday Night Live", but it didn't anywhere I looked. Did I get some ultra-rare bullshit by accident back in the day from Willie's (R.I.P.)? I doubt it. Internet just be stupid half the time, full of shit and talking long and loud about everything like it know, but it don't know. Fucking robot nerdland.
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