“… I’m pure New York, got train tracks inside me…
Blaq Poet Don’t Give A Fuccc!”
The hardest track out this year. While half of New York is busy trying to sound like the South, the other half is trying to emulate the mid-nineties. But while they are looking to the past, Poet is doing what he always does. He is bringing the hardcore with renewed energy. I missed this kind of aggressiveness in rap music today.
Not the most innovative album ever, The Blaqprint still hits you as hard as anything from the golden era of harcore New York. Apart from some filler guest raps, it is packed with Primo-produced bangers like the one posted above. Some posters claim that the production is subpar, that DJ Premier has fallen off, that he needs to update his drums. That is not true. S.O.S. and U Phucc’d Up and Never Goodbye and Hood Crazy and especially the chilling Voices shows you why.
It is a shame and a testament to the sad state of music that you will not hear anything from this played on the radio or in the club. It is not even fair, I mean, Blaq Poet went out of his way, I mean really stretched his format to make a hot club track. Perhaps he shouldn’t have named it Stretch Marks & Cigarette Burns.
“You aint heard this type shit in a very long time…”