Loved Bizarre Ride II, still got the CD that I purchased when I was about 12. On the Down Lo, Pack the Pipe, Mr Officer, all bangers. Their follow up album was a let down though, the main single "Drop" was pretty good, but the rest of the album was meh
Yeah that album is a banger and as it happens that CD is on in my van right now lol Mr Officer is a ****ing classic, love the Pharcyde's self deprecating honest humour, it made a refreshing change at the time from all of the self indulgent ego driven hip hop that was around. ( I know that's what the industry pushed) Lacabincaliforna is also an absolute classic imo. Although it wasn't well received at the time.
I remember being psyched for Labcab when it was coming out, since I loved Bizarre Ride II so much, and I'd heard Drop, which was pretty cool. I just remember buying the album from HMV, getting it home and not being that impressed with it. I should probably give it another listen, it has been 20 odd years and I may appreciate it more now.
Was just about to mention that. ****ing classic Yo mamma can get busy with 22 burritos when times are rough, I seen her in the back of Taco Bell with handcuffs
Yeah stick it on bro, it's a different flavour from Bizarre Ride But it's a classic imo The Spotify version is missing a couple of tracks from the original album version which is a shame, but still plenty of stand outs Devil music being one.
I did buy the album on release when I was a kid but **** knows where it is, probably at my mums house in the attic somewhere. I still have my original EFIL4ZAGGIN, All Eyez on Me and Bizarre Ride II albums though was never gonna let them gems go, they formed much of my adolescence.
Cormack McCarthy dead, the world has lost a genius. Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting.
When the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.
