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DMX : The Great Depression
Rapper turns producer with results that ain't up to scratch...
and Biggie Smalls. The rap kids wanted another ghetto superstar with a criminal record, and Puff Daddy with his shiny tracksuits just wasn't gritty enough.
At the time, X was also part of the emerging Ruff Ryders posse. Now DMX has got his own Bloodline label and, with the release of this album, has decided to carry out the bulk of the production himself. And it seems as if he's spreading his talents a little thin, as this is easily the weakest DMX release to date. The barking voice is still there, but the hooks and the choruses and, most importantly, the raps lack the power or catchiness of his best work.
We find a more reflective DMX scalding young thug rappers for their gangsta ways. "We already know how much your watch is worth", he raps on 'Trina Moe', "Why dontcha talk about helping the hurt or saving a church?".
Of course the sentiment is righteous, but it's like Marilyn Manson starting to sing about helping old ladies across
There are a couple of good tracks, like the single 'Who We Be', or 'You Could Be Blind', but that one's produced by Swizz Beats. The ones that aren't as good are produced byDMX. Work it out for yourself.
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