Welcome to Florida. Here's Some Cocaine.
It's OK to rap about selling cocaine like it's cool. Let's explain something: Hip-hop is like wrestling, and Miami's Rick Ross has muscled his way in with a big personality; buzzwords like money, bricks, hoes, and whips; and, you know, some sound effects from Scarface. Consider the mantra he puts down on "White House." Follow the bouncing ball: "I'm on top of the world/I'm gettin' money/Hundred-grand any day easy/I'm gettin' money." He's on some Eazy-E shit. But while Port of Miami's mythological view of the dope game can be as dumbed down as most rappers' trappin'-and-pimpin' caricature of "the 'hood," "Hustlin' " and its colossal back-at-the-chicken-shack blues-infected turnarounds place Ross at the forefront of a new era in hip-hop lyricism, one that emphasizes consolidating words rather than merely rhyming them. Or consolidating numbers: "Don't tote no .22s/Magnum cost me 22/Tatted on them 22s/Birds go for 22/Li'l momma super thick/She say she 22 /She seen them 22s/We in room 2-22."
Get the Music Newsletter
Keep your thumb on the local music scene each week with music news, trends, artist interviews and concert listings. We'll also send you special ticket offers and music deals.