The Weight is Over: A TM103 Review

LaGreezy told them to straight .rar this and .zip file that.

 Three years, approximately as many mixtapes, a slew of pushed-back release dates, and presumably several bricks of cocaine later, the newest Young Jeezy album, TM: 103- Hustlerz Ambition, is available for sale at your local iTunes store. And you know, depending on how this review goes (but more importantly if the year-in, year-out tradition of getting a ten dollar iTunes gift card in my stocking holds true) I might even consider buying it there...but probably not because I already copped it off the internets for free.99. I digress.
Anyway, before we get into the mud, there's a couple of declarations that need to be made. The first is that I will try to approach the album with as clear of a mind as possible. This will be difficult for approximately two reasons: One: I'm drinking a bloody mary right now. Two: being the Jeezy stan that I am, this shit is like the best thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I even graduated college a week or two ago. But trust me, I'm more excited about this (In regards to my Jeezy stan-dom, does it make me a bad stan for getting a Brick Squad snap back and not a Snowman T-shirt? And yes, this is a real dilemma I'm going through).
The next thing I wanted to address is what the fuck is going on with that album title? Three years to come out with this shit and dude calls it 'Hustlerz Ambition'? Like phonetically, 'Husterlz' just sounds whack. Not to mention it's clearly a reference to his song 'Hustlaz Ambition' off of his 2008 effort The Recession, so why not just name it that? If Jeezy is naming albums after previously released tracks, I guess I'm he didn't go with a track title off of the As Real as It Gets mixtape: "She's a Lesbian" (Though, this time around it might have been 'Lezbian'). Don't even get me started on the fucking album art, it's miserable.

If you've made it this far, why don't you just go ahead and hit the jump to catch the track by track review.
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Six Mile Raised, Seven Mile Paid.

LaGreezy throws his 7s high, and his 6s low...at his desk job...when nobody's looking.



As recently as two weeks ago, I had grown complacent in my search for new music. Something about stumbling upon up and comers had just lost it's luster. Enter Detroit's Boldy James. I was scouring my twitter feed a couple weeks back when I investigated a link that Chuck Inglish of Cool Kids/illest new producer fame had tweeted (see above video). Now, given my propensity to be easily be entranced by trap rap (see previously discussed fascinations with Jeezy and Clipse), it should come as no surprise that I was almost instantly drawn in (see the 1:33 mark)to this Midwest cat who had essentially come out of no where, save a few Cool Kids features.

Hit the jump to keep reading and to download Boldy James: Trapper's Alley: Pros And Cons

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The Jam: In My Hood. The Artist: Freddie Gibbs.

Freddie Gibbs’s music and persona provide an intriguing perspective on the drab wastelands of the post-industrial Midwestern United States.  He comes from Gary, Indiana.  A city which is perhaps most famous for being a particularly disagreeable dump of a city and being the setting of The Music Man, an abysmal musical to which my mother subjected me as a youth during a time when, I suspect at least, she was trying in vain to raise the daughter she never had. 

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