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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still.grimey PSA: He is I and I am Him.

With the recent addition of a twitter account in my life (fuck with your boy), I have found myself in the midst of an internet identity crisis. Do I want to stick with the familiar yung.geezy, or move on to the bigger/faster/stronger Twitter handle of @LaGreezy? Well, I am here to announce that progress has won this one, after all, slow motion better than no motion. It just seems like it's easier to change your blogger handle than it is your Twitter handle, but maybe I'm just weird. Anyways, I just didn't want y'all hoes to get alarmed and be all "Where's geezy? and who the fuck is LaGreezy?" or "yung.geezy? oh he lazy, but this LaGreezy mother fucker, he's on point!"
Word to young Calvin Brodus, he is I and I am him. Now, whats my motha fuckin name?

"I think it's absolutely right."

So I just happened to be watching the Blazers' game tonight, when my boy Jajou showed me this.
And now I'm showing you.
Chauvinism for the win:

Where Amazing Happens.

I went to my first NBA game in years (pathetic, I know) last night and watched this happen, it shortly followed by a "GOT DAYUM!":



As a long-time Clippers fan, and life-time Blazers, I was kind of torn between who to root for in this game. Primarily because the Clippers are young, exciting to watch, and have a legitimate chance of making the playoffs...and even making a splash in them.
Meanwhile, the Blazers are essentially willing to put anybody in uniform as long as they have knees. Their "Rise with Us" slogan is no longer applicable, it should instead be replaced with a "Rehab with Us", or "If you even look at a Blazers jersey your knees will explode." Granted, LaMarcus Aldridge has been playing out of his mind, but you see my dilema.
But then I remembered that I hate LA and love the Northwest; problem solved.

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always been a fan of that gangster shit.

So I tried to figure out who King Fantastic is, and dude doesn't even have a wikipedia page. But I know one thing for certain: he's fascinated by that fucking gangster shit.
My boy Trevor put me on game to this, and I'm not sure how long this track's been out, but it looks like about five months. Shit is straight fire. The beat is hard body, and dude's got lyrics and a video to compliment it nicely. Oh, and watching a bad bitch trash a house, take a shower, and then dance naked in a huge window is as awesome as it sounds.
If you're tryna fuck with King Fantastic on a continuous basis, dip over to his website (click) to watch other videos and download his album for free ninety nine.
Enjoy.

No Words.

If we had a tumblr, and no, this is not us (but I ain't mad at whoever's tumblr that is), I would put this picture on it (yes, I understand that despite the title of this post, these are, in fact, some words):



Once you're done being astounded by the fact that his ice cream tattoo is a) ON HIS FUCKING FACE b) has red lightning bolts coming out of it (ummm?), c) says "brrr" on it and d) ITS ON HIS FUCKING FACE, please take time to consider the fact that this man has a huge EA Sports logo on his neck. Maybe he really is mentally incompetent, okay okay okay, he's definitely mentally incompetent.

Shouts to NDo for pointing this out to me.

i still fucks with dipset.

I should be updating this bullshit blog for one of my classes, but it's Saturday and a long weekend, so scholastic motivation isn't exactly in excess today. In my best efforts to look like I'm doing work on my computer, I started peeping game on the internets; dope shit was out there to be had, and it was mines for the taking.
I was expecting to just cop some tracks that I'd prolly fuck with for a week or two before they were relegated to iTunes obscurity. What I ended up finding was preferable: a new video from Dipset producer araabMUZIK.


Hit the jump if you wanna keep it going.
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Devastation.*

*yung.geezy's note: I may or may not be drunk right now. I'm just saying.


Two.
Two, albeit small, can be a significant number.
Two Seconds.
As in, Oregon was two seconds away from still being a contender for the national title.
Or perhaps we were two words away:
Cam Newton.
Auburn Tigers.
War Eagle.
Gene Chizik.
Toomers Corner.
Typing each of those phrases hurt. Actually, come to think of it, my heart hurts.
Now, unless you've spent the last month in your life living under a rock, you're probably aware that the college football season just concluded with Auburn defeating Oregon 22-19 in the Tostitos BCS championship game. Just trying to conceptualize that this actually happened is devastating, even nauseating. It just plain doesn't make sense. Sure, I watched the game, that doesn't make this any easier to process, though.
Now, don't get me wrong. I've had incredible timing with regard to when I transferred to THE University of Oregon (suck a dick, Buckeyes). My first two football seasons in Eugene, we've made it to the Rose Bowl and the Natty. You could even say that the Ducks' shit don't sink (it'd be true). And despite the fact that we've copped Ls in our two most recent bowl games, I have immense pride in my school and supporting this team.
See you motherfuckers next year, with the Pac-10 wrecking shop in the preseason polls.
Ducks fly together (word to Gordon Bombay).

AOTW: Supwitchugirl? JOTW: "Return of the Quack"

I know, I just showed up after weeks of absence and straight jacked AOTW and JOTW. But, it's my blog so fuck y'all, this ain't no got damn democracy. Let's go in:


Brian McAndrew.
Michael Bishop.
Jamie Slade.
Supwitchugirl?

Hit the Jump for the track and commentary (although you might gotta be dumb, deaf and blind to not have heard this shit...or just a bitter ass Huskies fan, word to Jimmy Mahady)

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Pondering Yeezy and Your Weekly Jam

"So you see Taylor, George Bush doesn't care about black people"

When I made the rather brash, yet sincere, comment regarding my apathetic attitude towards Kanye's latest I was largely influenced by a lingering bad taste that 808s and Graduation left in my mouth.   I didn't just dislike those albums, I hated them.  They were fatiguingly overplayed, and didn't deserve the attention they got from the mainstream listening audience, a group with whom I have not identified since I was 11 years old.  After the masterpiece that was College Dropout and Late Registration's solid follow-up, I was dismayed and surprised at Kanye's goddamn whiny, by-the-book, auto-tune laden LPs.

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Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving from the still.grimey family.


Now go watch sports, be American, and commit random acts of gluttony.

Bonus: Young Jeezy gives back to his community on Thanksgiving. Snowman can I get an adlib?

Young Jeezy Gives Back for Thanksgiving from Decatur Dan on Vimeo.

Forget About Dre.

With all due respect to Marshal Mathers, mother fuckers don't act like, they have forgot about Dre. And for those of you already haven't, you should scrap the idea that if Detox is going to come out (which it shouldn't), that it's going to be good. It won't; or won't be nearly as good as it needs to be.
You can't keep building up an album for eleven years (yes, eleven years and one day to be exact; 2001 came out November 16, 1999) and expect it to even begin to touch expectations it's set for itself. That is, unless Detox truly proves to be methodone in audio form. I'm not saying it couldn't be, I'm just saying that it was January of 2005 when the good Doctor said "Look out for Detox" on The Game's hit "Higher". The odds appear to be against this one.

Dr. Dre: Not the young man he once was.
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RIP Dave Niehaus, 1935-2010.

Seattle's voice of summer: Dave Neihaus, 1935-2010. RIP old friend.

I've never had more bittersweet homecoming than I had last Thursday:
After I had walked into my parents' and said my hellos/gave my hugs, my mom causally said "We saved these for you," and handed me the front page and sports section from that day's Seattle Times.
Because of my mid-term schedule, I hadn't had time to do very much of anything outside the school spectrum, so the front page of the Times reading "Dave Niehaus, 1935-2010 Our Voice of Summer" was devastating. And he truly was, among a multitude of other things, the voice of puget sound summers.
It's a surreal notion to try to grapple with; that the man who was a Mariner before any player even donned an M's uni, who was an embodiment of the franchise itself, died suddenly from a heart attack in his Bellevue home Wednesday night.
On Friday, I stopped by Safeco Field and signed my thanks and name on a poster for Mr. Neihaus outside of home plate, but I still can't fully grasp the idea that I won't hear him on 710am as I drive around the streets of Seattle.
Thank you for everything Mr. Neihaus, you will be missed; into the crisp autumn night goes the voice of summer.
Fly Fly Away.


A Mariner's fan says good bye to Dave Niehaus at his home plate memorial

Nappy Headed Do.

No Don Imus.
I'm talking about my boy Napoleon Do, a.k.a. NDo b.k.a. Nappy s.k.a. Nappy Didn't.
Anyways, enough with the __k.a.'s, already. Nap is a good friend of mine; one of my best friends, you could say. We went to college together at the University of Oregon (where your boy is still currently attending, and yes, where the number one college football team in the nation is from. Get at us!), and well, you could say that he is my asian brother, or, I am his white brother; but Nap would then proceed to ask me "GDBric, why's it always gotta be about race?" (and I'd answer: "because, mother fucker, we live in America. And like it or not, our country is always going to be about race, barring something mindblowingly progressive happening," but that's another rant for another time).
I digress.
The reason I'm writing this is because Nap just got signed in free agency and put on the still.grimey roster. Last night, dude hit me with this idea for a blog series he has, so I naturally decided to capitalize on it and have him start running a (fingers crossed) weekly segment on this space of internets. The series will be, as far as I understand, of an "Artist of the Week" variety. I'm not going to go too much into it because a) it's pretty fucking straight forward, and b) it's Nap's thing, so he's gotta do the leg work and break it down to you cats.
And don't for a second doubt this man, his knowledge of music would put most of us to shame. Dude knows what's hot before it even hits the stove, if you smell what I'm saying.

Napoleon Do has arrived; and he's finna drop knowledge on that ass.

Shoe Porn: I Love You, Too.

It's no secret that I love sneakers. So today, when I saw a new Nike ad titled "The Love", I naturally had to watch it. I think the ad is dope, especially since it captures a variety of Nike demographics, in particular the sneaker giant acknowledging the dead stock/sneaker head culture (see: Air Yeezy's in both colorways; with that being said [shouts to Larry David!] I think i still hate the Kanye Tudda X Nike collabs).

A Quick Thank You.

Before I get into my typical charade of writing some ego-maniacal bull once a quarter, I must give credit where credit is due. My dear friend, and [primary] still.grimey contributor JAM, or fuck it, let's just call him by his god given name: James Adam Mahady, has single handedly held this once shit stain of a blog above water for several months.
On top of that, the music he's been putting up, and the analysis to go along with it is enough to put you and your favorite blogger to shame. Don't think so? Well I suggest you pull your head out of your ass and go read something, anything, he wrote again.

(Go ahead, I'll wait for you...back? And I was right, right? Great, let's get back at it)

Now considering I would wager a good amount that several newspapers and magazines (yes, kids these things still exist...) would love to have him on their staff, because, you know, his prose would give most established writers a half mast at the bare minimum (I would include the ladies here, too, but let's be real, JAM tends to fair on the chauvanistic side of the equation, from time to time), I feel incredibly fortunate to be apart of this venture with him.

Oh and did I forget to mention he's doing this all while teaching English in Spain? Meanwhile I'm sticking to my routine of weekend of Friday benders, Saturday hangovers (with the privalege of going to school where the football team ranks #1 in the nation), and the other days in the library. Advantage: Mahady.


James Adam Mahady aka JAM: A Glorious Man

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JOTW: Night Shift

On still.grimey's recent, epic road trip to Rock the Bells in San Fran (concert review and photos pending), Geezy exposed several of our other VI fam and I to the wonder that is the Commodores. I have always loved "Easy," but I am only now discovering their plethora of other steaming hot cuts. My personal favorite is "Night Shift," this weeks official jam. The Commodores pay tribute to their deceased amigos, and the archtypal eighties accompaniment and attire provide a welcome respite from modern music's auto-tune heavy bullshit. Enjoy.

"You've found another home, I know you're not alone, on the night shift"

Pure Genius.

Rick Ross on collaborating with T.I. on "Maybach Music 3", a new track of Rawse's The Teflon Don:

Just us being bosses and us being leaders and us being examples, we bossed up. We both did.

If we could all just be a little more like the Bawse and Cliff, and just be bosses, so we could all boss up, the world would be a better place.

Bossing by Example: T.I. and Rick Ross


[Is it weird how much I love how much Rick Ross loves using the term boss (enunciated: BAWSE!)? Well, I'll toss out a quick "no homo", just to make sure Officer Ricky doesn't get the wrong idea.]

...and now back to your regularly scheduled blogging.

Shoe Porn.

I've been told by a couple of my friends that recently took a tarot card reading class at the University of Oregon that my excessive materialism is because "my sign" is Leo (I always thought it was just because stunting is a habit). Well regardless of why, your boy just really likes shoes. And since you gotta know where you been to know where your going, or some cornybull shit like that, let me (re)introduce you to an OG shoe model: the PRO-Ked.
The PRO-Ked has been in the sneaker game since before most of our parents were born, 1949 to be exact (even heavier in the game is the company that owns the rights for them: The United States Rubber Company's Keds, since 1916).
With a dope spin on their fall look book, PRO-Keds has put together a video to get us all salivating for this autumn's newest spin on an OG's classic. Down below is the PRO-Keds Fall 2010 Look Book:

Click here to head to the PRO-Keds store to get your fly guy (or girl) on.

still.grimey Presents: New Music Mondays

In the spirit of trying to be better bloggers (don't hold your breath), still.grimey would like to holler at its readers with some new free music as of late. As always, Young Jeezy is highly touted, and you probably wont like most of it, but maybe you will. So without further ado, welcome to the first installment of still.grimey's New Music Mondays:



Young Jeezy's newest mixtape released 08.12.2010: 1,000 Grams



recommended tracks:
"choppa in da pant" & "popular demand"
*note: you should still listen to every track.

hit the jump for more slaps:



Off Freddie Gibbs' newest mixtape effort Str8 Killa No Filla Mixtape (release date: 07.29.10):
"Slangin' Rocks"- Freddie Gibbs

My favorite Gucci Mane song off his recent Mr. Zone 6 Mixtape (release date: 08.10.2010):
"Making Love to the Money" - Gucci Mane

Some new Dr. Dre presumably off Detox (release date: never)
"Turn Me On" - Dr. Dre

Some new Cudi featuring Yeezy on some G.O.O.D. lovin' off Kid Cudi's upcoming release: Man on the Moon 2: The Legend of Mr. Rager (expected release date: 10.26.10):
"Wylin' Cuz I'm Young" - Kid Cudi featuring Kanye West

Two heat rocks of Fat Joe's The Darkside Vol. 1 (released 07.27.10), one of which gets blessed by Killah Cam and The Brothers Thorton:
"Kilo' - Fat Joe featuring The Clipse & Cam'ron & "I am Crack" - Fat Joe

Well kids, lookin' at my desktop it's about that time. Hopefully you'll enjoy this tracks as much as I have. I know my fellow Wu heads might tell me to portect my neck after I say this, but i think i might like Joey Crack's version of "Kilo" better than Ghostfaces (click here to download "Kilo" - Ghostface Killah). Anyway, hopefull you enjoyed this first edition of New Music Monday. I'm not going to guaranty anything for next Monday, however, because still.grimey mainstain JAM, (former?) contributor Cameron, and two of our other boys from back home are making the journey south to the Rock the Bells festival in San Francisco, CA. But please believe we will be working on a review and getting some pictures up of the festivities (assuming they will let me rock my camera in the show.) I'm planning on hollering at y'all before our departure this Friday though, but I gotta get this posted to meet the Monday deadline.

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