Big Ghost presents: The Ambition Review....

Ayo whattup its ya boy Big Ghost aka Thor Molecules aka Phantom Raviolis aka the Hands of Zeus...better known as the inventor of the slap namsayin. Word...I aint gon lie n pretend like the god is a fan of this niggas music or nothin b...but that dont mean I aint gon give the muthafucka a fair chance n shit. I aint gon front on the niggas art jus cos he a arrogant dude. Son declared his shit a classic already b. So rite there he already lowered the expectations for the god namsayin. Imma actually be expectin this shit to be wack as fuck. Cos any nigga thats gon suck his own dick like that gotta be tryna compensate for his shit bein weak nahmean. So if this shit even halfway decent he gon already be shockin me par.  Lets get into this shit tho.

Son....

1.  Don't Hold Your Applause - Aight son...its 6 seconds into this muthafuckin album n son already distress croonin on some la la la bullshit. Either this shit bout to be Sideline Story all over again...n son plannin to serenade his way thru 15 hooks or he jus gettin that shit out the way from the jump namsayin. He spittin some decent shit on this joint...but he also sayin some flamboyant shit here n there. Son also said "GQ men of the year, Cudi, Drizzy n Me". That was '09 tho b. They called them the "Gangster Killers of The Year" in that issue son....which Im thinkin was sposed to be a joke or sumthin my dude. N when they actually did start puttin rap niggas on the cover for that shit the next year...they aint honor Cudi n Wale yo. They only showed love to the rap Tyler Perry that year son....lets jus keep it real here. Speakin of Young Eeyore tho...its like son was possessed by the ghost of Jermaine Cole on this hook b. Anyways yo...I aint sayin its wack but the god probably wont be listenin to this shit ever again son.

2. Double M Genius - I guess son is on his humble shit b. Nigga said "Wale" like 87 times on this muthafucka too yo. The beat on this joint is like some low budget J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League shit son. I aint sayin its wack but lets jus say that Ricky Rozay probably passed on this shit n "saved it" for the homie Folarin nahmean. The hook is some bullshit tho. I dont kno who singin that shit but the nigga sound like a transvestite son.  I probably wont listen to this shit ever again neither b...but I aint really mad at it like that namsayin.

3. Miami Nights - I think most of yall done heard this shit by now...n this was never like my favorite shit or nothin....but its aight. The beat sound kinda like some 80s cruise ship entertainment type shit....so I be picturin old white people startin conga lines to some shit like this in my head yo. The Bawse drops a couple words of wisdom in the bridge n shit....but no bars or nothin. Real talk tho...I dont really wanna hear this shit ever again par.

4. Legendary - 1.5 seconds into this muthafucka n this shit was already my favorite joint so far b. This beat got some actual hair on its chest son. I aint even kno it was a Toomp joint til I recognized this shit was superior to all the shit I been hearin n checked the credits son. Actually this shit makes me HATE the 3 joints before it even more. The nigga actually spittin forreal on this shit too yo. Its kinda hard to take the "fuck fame, n fuck money" hook serious tho...since the nigga been in full time diva mode for like 2 years now son. But I dig this shit nahmean. Imma probably even dump this joint into a playlist on the iPod my nigga.

5. Lotus Flower Bomb (ft Miguel) - Aight first off yo. Fuck this song title b. This shit dropped a while back n I never even peeped the shit cos the song title sounded like a yoga pose nahmean. Its sounded like some shit the broad in Coldplay might bang vaginas wit Gwyneth Paltrow too yo. But after listenin to this shit I feel like I need to slap box witta minotaur jus to restore some manhood to my senses b.  This shit is like havin a waterfall of ovaries comin thru all the windows n doors in ya crib when you listen to it son. Its like audio breast milk. Ayo I understand you gotta gear summa ya shit to the females bruh...but this shit is straight bitchmade son. A dude listens to this shit one too many time n he gon get a period if he aint careful g. I hope I dont hear this shit again for like the rest of my life yo.

6. Chain Music - Aight...straight up....this beat is ferocious my nigga. Son kinda flowin like a muthafucka on this shit too yo. This shit is jus mad ignorant b. Yalls already kno that Zeus Hands fucks wit that ignorant shit heavy tho nahmean. This shit so tuff I almost forgot bout that Lotus Vagina Bomb joint that came before it son. 

7. Focused (ft Kid Cudi) - Soon as this shit started...all I could picture was muthafuckas wit glow stick necklaces twirlin ribbons around in they skin tight metallic outfits b. This that 2 dudes in a Mitsubishi Eclipse sharin one dancin white broad shit rite here nahmean. This joint is softer than baby shit. This fool Wale even said "Killin these black heads, my rap is Noxzema" yo. Son jus compared his shit to a face cream my nigga. This shit is jus mad corny son. I mean...I kno theres muthafuckas out there thats gon dig this shit...but Tone probably wont never listen to this shit ever again par.

8. Sabotage (ft Lloyd) - This jus some more hoe shit but it sounds like Hit Em Up compared to the last joint son. That human ovary Lloyd is beltin out the hook on some serious tender nigga shit for this one yo. I guess son gotta do his joints for the females tho. So I can respect that b.

9. White Linen [Coolin] (ft Ne-Yo) - Ok son...I was tryin to chill but I dont kno how this nigga jus gon drop 3 bitchmade ass joints in row like this...but apparently thats what he jus did here yo. All 3 of these muthafuckas is bout to find they way to the recycle bin tho. Cos I aint wastin no precious time hearin this bullshit ever again my dude.

10. Slight Work (ft Medium Sean) Word is bond...the world famous Diplo did this joint nahmean. Unfortunately this shit jus sounds like Swizz Beatz kicked in the door...erased the joint Diplo made n tapped out one of his basic ass dogshit beats...then left THIS shit there for em instead. I feel like Beyonce spose to be upliftin the low self esteem havin broads of the world over this beat son. This shit is jus ass b. Mr Finally Famous need to get the fuckouttahere too yo.

Why the boy Wale rockin a size XS hoodie n a 5-3/8 fitted tho?

11. Ambition (ft. Meek Mill & Rick Ross) Yall mighta heard this shit before. Son got The Ralph Tresvant n Bobby Brown of MMG on this joint (word....Wale definitely the Ricky Bell of that shit). This shit probably the best joint on the whole album son...which kinda makes up for that 4 song streak of tampon music that came before this muthafucka namsayin. Not really tho...cos those joints was like listenin to son drop down n get his eagle on for like 15 minutes. I aint probably gon forgive the nigga for that shit b. But this joint goes hard as fuck son. This shit make you wanna go cop a 8 ball to cook up n start sellin to ya own nephews n nieces on some guerilla pimp dont give a fuck bout nobody type shit nahmean. 

12. Illest Bitch - Son wanna be the latest nigga to attempt the "I be empowerin broads by callin em bitches" type song that intelligent females usually dont be feelin...but causes these hoodrats to g'head n start p-poppin at family picnics yo. This joint kinda laid back tho...so it aint really gon get these hookers throwin bows n breakin they nails or nothin like that...but they gon be quotin bars off this shit for months either way yo. Little niggas is gon be dedicatin this joint to they 14 yr old girlfriends n gettin em seeded up to this shit come Valentines Day namsayin. Hoes in the after hours spots is gon be closin they eyes n pointin to the sky when this shit start playin b. Grimey ass broads is gon be pourin out they liquor to this shit. Son even goes into some spoken word bullshit towards the end that I aint really gon get into tho. By the way son...Im grown nahmean....so I dont really be knowin no low self esteem havin teenage broads that shit like this might be useable on...n I dont need no more hoodrats in my life b. So this muthafucka goin into the recycle bin too son.

13. No Days Off - This shit sound kinda like the beat to Biggie's Me & My Bitch...but witta Toomp twist to it....which is basically what this beat is namsayin. But the nigga Folarin aint sayin nothin THAT creative on this muthafucka.  The boy jus spittin that usual come up shit that 75% of niggas be spittin bout nahmean. I wasnt mindin this shit til I heard son say some shit like "higher than high school Mariah tunes n fire flutes on fights n hoopers in light shoes". Now Im jus feelin disrespected son. I mean...that probably aint even exactly what the nigga said but Im still feelin disrespected either way yo.... like...nigga thats jus some bullshit. 

14. DC or Nothing - This shit starts out wit some bitch nigga oooohin over some emotional ass synths...but then the shit starts pickin up namsayin. I mean....even tho son still jus talkin more of that come up shit I was actually kinda feelin this one yo......til the hook came in. Ayo son...I dont kno who it is...but dude singin this shit sounds like he rocks mad Abercrombie n Fitch shit b. Im sayin like...I can see the tight ass Club Monaco gear n canvas sneakers in my mind when I hear this muthafucka sing b. He sounds like the type a dude who be inventin suspect ass drinks that end wit "tini" when he goes out son. I aint really tryna shit on the nigga...but I bet the dude drives a hatchback tho. This shit aint horrible or nothin....but it definitely aint gettin no itunes play son.

"Thats that nigga who wont gimme back my watch bro...."

15. That Way (Ft. Jeremih & Rick Ross) - Damn yo....the homie Lex Luger did this shit? Ayo the Superfly shit aint nothin new but Lex kinda changed his shit up here b. As far as the vocab...I mean at first you might think its jus another joint aimed at broads...but this one kinda fly nahmean. Rozay did his thing of course. Jeremih croonin some gentle ass shit as usual...but this shit jus works yo. See a lot a yall might think that the god dont like no laid back shit that you can cool out wit a broad to...but I jus dont like when that shit aint done rite son. This shit here is some fly ass smooth shit yo. Anyways son...I fucks wit it.

Ayo listen son.... the biggest mistake a nigga can make when he bout to drop his album is declare that shit a classic b....UNLESS he gon deliver on that shit nahmean. The boy Wale been callin this shit a classic for a minute now son. A couple months ago son asked niggas why he cant jus say his shit is as good as Reasonable Doubt. Im sayin...that shit is cool my dude...but once you open that door you gotta step thru it at some point yo. You start pointin out into the upper deck before the pitch...you better be tryin to knock that shit out the park fam. So yeah...same way that Young Eeyore shouldnta even said the word Illmatic while he was hypin his own coma-fied ass album...the boy Wale shoulda jus kept his mouth shut bout Jay's first born nahmean par. That Hov shit was, is, n gon STAY a classic g. Word is bond son. But if any nigga gon actually say Ambition a classic n mean that shit....I hope that muthafucka gets hit by a asteroid b. Aint like Ambition is wack or nothin son...namsayin you could even say the shit is "good". But son...even tho Reasonable Doubt was mainly jus all joints bout hustlin...there aint no two songs on that muthafucka that covered the exact same ground over again yo. That shit was a journey namsayin. That shit told a story. This shit is jus some half decent joints n a couple bangers mixed in wit a whole lotta average shit. I mean...the boy Wale got like 5 or 6 ballads on this muthafucka b. Tender ass ones too yo. So nah...that shit aint official like that par. Son shoulda compared this shit to Kingdom Come or whatever. When you in the presence of excellence you either bow or you challenge that shit son. For example yo...that nigga Kanye got a big mouth n done talked mad shit...n niggas BEEN hated dude for that shit yo. What makes that nigga unfadeable rite now tho is he keep backin up all his talk namsayin. Niggas HATE to love that boy Yeezy son. Niggas hate THEYSELVES for likin that arrogant muthafuckas joints nahmean. Niggas hate theyselves for knowin the WORDS to that niggas shit too par. But Wale...son need to stick to bowin before greatness namsayin. IF niggas hate Wale its cos he arrogant as fuck n DONT prove niggas wrong nahmean. So nahhh son aint cut out for greatness like that yo...but at least he aint wack. He makes a good addition to Rawse's team. He aint cut out for individual greatness like that tho. He kinda cut out for okayness or goodness namsayin. So he gets that.



This shit gets 3 Zeus Slaps from me tho my nigga. But son got a perfect 5 outta 5 apl.de.ap n Taboo 'Sidekick Salutes' namsayin.

Aight peace.

Aka the niggas in BEP who aint will.i.am or Fergie

Smarten Up Aubs....

Ayo whattup yall...the Hands of Zeus is back in the buildin nahmean. I jus got done smashin these trees in the forests n throwin some boulders into the oceans namsayin. Word is bond. Ayo summa these muthafuckas who be lookin for guidance n miracles from a nigga in these times of turmoil been askin the god his thoughts on these Drake situations namsayin. Now normally yo...I dont really like to step on a niggas toes nahmean...that aint really the Cocaine Biceps way son. I jus follow my path n dont really pay no attention to what these little sweet n low niggas do. But when muthafuckas start crossin the line....like this nigga rite here...ayo words need to be spoke on behalf of niggas who rep that "bein a man" shit namsayin. Like...that aint no shot at homo niggas b. I dont got no problems wit homo niggas nahmean. Im talmbout niggas who jus do wack ass suspect type shit all day n wanna hop back n forth over the fence.  Im talmbout niggas who sashay around in a garden of dicks all day while they splash they sweet ass appletinis  all over the music industry son. Which gon bring us to this nigga rite here nahmean. Thats rite yo.... the Harvester of Pauses hisself is back to save you broads from yalselves namsayin. You might also kno the nigga as OctobVariesOwn aka the Hugh Grant of rap. Word is bond. The original pastry puff nigga is out there promotin his new album n whatever whatever... you kno how niggas do when they bout to drop they joints....they go on radio n tv...start doin interviews....FOR ELLE MAGAZINE or whatever etc. Anyways tho...Tone jus hadda few thoughts on this shit. These are a couple a the quotes from that next issue OF ELLE MAGAZINE for example nahmean.

On getting hurt by Rihanna           

“At the time it hurt, but she didn’t mean to. I’ll never put that on her. I was hurt because I slowly started to realize what it was. I guess I thought it was more. That was the first girl with any fame that paid me any mind. You spend days reading about this person in magazines. All of a sudden you have this number-one song and you’re at some birthday party and there she is. And you’re just some naive kid from Toronto staying in some shitty-ass hotel who got invited to this party on a whim. That’s just how it happened.”  

Nigga is you fuckin kiddin me wit this shit? Son jus gon take those "vulnerable bitch" pills out the medicine cabinet n then swallow the whole damn bottle like that yo? You jus gon OD on that pathetic shit son? Ayo you on some damsel shit for this one nahmean. Have some fuckin dignity b. 

  

                                                                                                                            

On being lonely

When you’re on the road and moving city to city, when someone isn’t there at the end of the night, you feel empty. The 15 or 20 seconds after a man reaches his climax  is the realest moment he’ll ever have in his life. And if you happen to be with somebody that isn’t someone you want to converse with, you start feeling like, I wish I was just here watching True Blood by myself.”

Where the fuck does this nigga get the nerve to start speakin on the behalfs of all makind like that b? Son there aint one muthafucka on earth worthy of speakin for the whole male population nahmean. N lets say niggas did need a spokesman to represent all the muthafuckas on earth wit dicks....how many dudes you kno would elect this nigga rite here? This nigga talmbout how if the broad who he jus let smash gon turn over n fall asleep after he gives it up to her...that he be feelin used n shit son. Like if she dont wanna enjoy some pillow talk afterwards then she a waste of his time. Son sayin he woulda preferred to jus be watchin vampire shows alone if she jus gon play him like that. Ayo I bet this nigga got little seahorses swimmin around in his bloodstream b. You could probably cut this soft ass nigga open witta Q-tip son.  

On his fake Twitter marriage to Nicki Minaj:

I don’t know if we were really pretending. I’d marry Nicki. I think Nicki would be one of the only people that would understand me at the end of all of this and be able to love me. 

Again wit all this princess shit yo. What grown ass nigga plays make believe wedding witta broad like that? This nigga sounds like he been layin on his stomach in front of a fireplace on some satin pillows readin Briget Jones novels n emptyin out chocolate boxes while listenin to old Whitney Houston joints. Son jus gon keep takin that "stranded puppy lookin for a new home" approach wit these broads forever. Damn son. Ayo Im pretty sure this nigga is afraid of beer yo. I cant even relate to no shit like this b. You kno when you be waitin in line to buy a coffee n theres a nigga in front of you that orders some haf caf extra whip skinny cinnamon soy latte wit a vanilla shot n a low fat yogurt crumpet on the side type bullshit? THAT nigga can relate to Drake nahmean.

On receiving nude pictures: 

If you send them without me asking, it’s like, You’ve done this before. But I’m away a lot. If there’s a woman I’m into, I might want to get a picture from her to handle business myself, as opposed to doing something I might regret.  

Ayo I give up son... its like this nigga gargles vagina nectars in the morning to maintain his bitchass ph balance yo. 

Then the nigga addressed some shit on the Funk Flex show. When Flex asked him bout the joint he did wit Jada n Wayne...n how Wayne took those shots at Hov on it. He had this to say bout that yo...  

“I really just did my verse over the beat, man. I'm not gonna say I didn’t hear the song before it came out. Wayne recently said in an article that I can never feel like I created a monster in Drake because I’m his boss.’ And in every regard that’s a respectable comment. I’m a soldier for Wayne, he put me here, so I just really did what I had to do, which was deliver a verse on a beat and what he does with the song after that is completely up to him.”

Son Had this shit to say bout those shots that Pusha took at his delicate ass on his 'Dont Fuck With Me' joint...

"I listened to it and I just couldn’t pick it out. I couldn’t pick out where I was supposed to be offended. First of all I never really had any interaction with Pusha T so for him to diss me would be purely issues that he’s having within himself. We’ve met but we’ve been just always cordial with each other. I’m a fan of The Clipse. I say it in interviews so I never really had an issue with him but you know it’s a frustrating time for a lot of people right now. I get it, so if it was directed at me just make it a lil’ more direct next time. You know, I’m up for whatever, man. I didn’t take offense to it, though.” 

Ok...first off b...the nigga is rhymin on YOUR beat son. Thats 1) nahmean.....thats a pretty obvious one too yo.  2) That  man said "The swag dont match the sweaters"....

Stop playin dumb b...

Basically that nigga Push coulda said "Drake Drake Drake Drake Drake" at the end of the song n this nigga would still be like..."naww...not sure he talmbout yours truly awwwww". Ayo its like this nigga is allergic to havin male traits b. This dude got tumbleweeds rollin round in that area in the muthafuckin human brain where you spose to have dignity cells at yo. Ayo Im done par. See you when the Take Care joint drops.

Aight peace.

"I want your Hershey's Kisses, I want your Snickers Bar........."

Big Ghost's thoughts on the BET Cyphers

Ayo whattup its ya boy P-Tone aka Thor Molecules aka Cocaine Biceps aka Phantom Raviolis nahmean. Word is bond. Otherwise known as the Inventor of the Slap. Imma break down the stats for yall mathematical  niggas tho....Average fucks given per hour = 0 namsayin. Come holla at Tone if you need somebody to draw yalls the diagrams namsayin. Word yo...lets get into this shit. As yall kno...the BET Cyphers is basically the only part of the shows worth watchin nahmean. So...due to popular demand...the god gon share a couple a his thoughts on that shit son. Word. The shit went sumthin like this...

Indie Meets Mainstream

Big K.R.I.T. - Son Krit is dope...but Im pretty sure ey'body was hopin for son to do a little better. He wasnt wack or nothin...shit jus wasnt that special (6.5)

Tech N9ne - Imma be honest...I dont really fuck wit sons music like that...n when I seen the nigga rockin a polo witta a necktie it jus made feel like son dont got no decorum. I aint even understand what the nigga was really sayin to be honest yo. But I kno he got some shit. (6.5)

Machine Gun Kelly - This snow nigga kinda caught me off guard cos I aint really expect much from him nahmean...even when the shit wrapped n I seen son had on some tight red pants it aint make no difference to me yo. Son was definitely aight (7)

Kendrick Lamar - Ok...now I been sayin that my dude is the future for a minute now b. But the little homie seemed kinda uncomfortable...n he aint really get in his zone like how we kno he could. So nah... he aint murder the shit the way I thought he would...but he still managed to disrespect the beat a couple times  (7.5)

B.o.B. - Im not really a fan of this daisy caressin nigga like that son. Like I dont hate his ass or nothin but I definitely dont fuck wit his music or nothin b. Which is why this shit surprised me. Son was in control the whole time n managed to bring some energy to this shit (7.5)

Uncut Cypher

Reek Da Villain - I aint really that familiar wit dude. I only heard this nigga spit like one other time ever nahmean. He wasnt sayin no mindblowin shit...but son can flow. But all that "lyrical scientist...leavin mics wit psoriasis" shit is like some old Keith Murray bullshit. Its 2011 son. Cmon b. (6.5)

2chainz - Sons shit started out corny as fuck wit shit like "If this was New Edition I'd be Bobby Brown" n rhymin "funeral" wit "hula hoop" n whatever...but shit picked up n the nigga actually kinda got busy yo. (7)

Busta Rhymes - Son brought that vet swagger. He mighta been cheesin like a muthafucka at the start n standin like he was bout to ask Don Corleone for a favor...but son got serious real soon after that. My dude said some fly shit nahmean. Son flexin his clout too cos they let the nigga spit like 40 bars b (8.5)

Ludacris - Luda started his shit by tellin Preemo to slow the beat down so we could understand "EVERY WORD"...then son proceeded to spit his struggle bars all the way thru that shit. Nigga hit us wit corny punchline after corny punchline yo..."Need more Jaguars than Jacksonville"? "I got it MAID like Arnold Schwarzenneger...get it?" Nah b....shit was corny LIKE CORN WIT THE 5TH LETTER (get it?) Nevermind...have a seat yo. (5.5)

Survival of The Illest

Rage - This shit jus reminded me that broads actually could rap at one time b. Wasnt nothin special...but it was a whole lot better than the Nicki, KREAYSHAWN n Tyga shit that we stuck wit these days yo (6.5)

Blind Fury - Son looked like he was 75 years old....so I was kinda surprised that the muthafucka could spit. Turns out he jus blind. They coulda stopped movin the cameras on this nigga tho...like he spose to kno where to look. (7)

Dom Kennedy - Now THIS nigga had the nerve to start his shit off wit "Even tho I can't see me...I know I look good rite now on ya tv" Damn yo....no regard for the nigga that jus went before him AT ALL my dude. Wasnt nothin incredible... but Dom did his thing (6.5)

Skillz - This nigga aint switched up his flow once in like 16 years b. He got corny punchlines galore son. GALORE yo. They not even jus bad...they the kind that make you feel uncomfortable..like you feel embarassed n you aint even the one sayin all that wack shit. Nigga even brought along props. Like he been preparin for that shit for the last 3 months. Nah this cocky ass nigga seriously need to get the fuck outta here already. (4.5)

Maybach Music Group

Wale - At least he woke up for this one. I think one year son looked like they jus snatched him up from a nap. Wasnt some shit that would change anybodys life or nothin but he sorta went in nahmean. (7)

Pill - Meek seemed to kno like ALLthe words to this shit son. I mean...it was cool but again the shit wasnt nothin special. (6.5)

Stalley - Aka the most ridiculous ass beard attached to a human face on earth yo. Shit lookin like a black cloud of fungus...son wasnt even rhymin half his shit but he still had some aight bars I guess yo. (6.5)

Meek Mill - Usually I jus be thinkin son is kinda ass...but when his voice aint hittin high notes he aight...Seemed like ey'body in the room wit him knew the words to that shit yo. (6.5)

Rick Ross - Rozay was rockin a satin outfit n kept that shit mad ignorant. Lyrically tho...he kept the ignorance to a minimum namsayin. Son said "Nice ball cap" to Wale....but I think dude forgot to put one on before the shit started.. But anyways yo...the chubby nigga aint never droppin the ball when it comes to mic presence neither. Son went in. (7.5)

International Flow

Estelle - I dont think ma was there to really spit so Imma jus leave this one alone.

Nitty Scott - Kinda corny n the flow was mad oldschool b...She even started that shit wit "kick it like kung-fu" n then spit "droppin bombs like Saddam"...Damn ma...I think Ice Cube said that shit in like '93. I thought the Luda shit was ass... (4.5)

LaCrae - This dude seemed hungrier than the other new niggas...even tho son dressed like he jus escaped from the movie Juice n transported hisself to the future. His shit was mad short n to the point tho. (7.5)

Saprano - Tone dont realy speak any France language... but this nigga could obviously spit b. Plus he had the highlight for this session wit that Bawse line. (7.5)

Estelle - Turns out that ma was there to spit afterall yo. Her shit was aight. I was more impressed that she barely had to open her mouth for the words to come out tho. I dig when broads got British accents tho g...so I aint mind this too much. (6)

Chris Brown n Friends Cypher (aka the Struggle Session)

Ace Hood - Aight...do not start your bars off witta moment of silence for the beat if you aint gon even barely injure that muthafucka son. Whatever tho. Shit was aight son. (7)

Kevin McCall - Ayo whats wit these played out punchlines g? Did this nigga really take it back to "Jeffrey Dahmer" yo? But son..."flow sicker than HIV" tho? Forreal? (6.5)

Tyga - JUS GET THIS CORNY NIGGA THE FUCK OUTTA HERE SON (5)

Breezy - Ayo my nigga...Justin Bieber murdered you on ya own shit. But real talk....you kno theres sumthin wrong when Breezy walks away wit the most memorable shit in the cypher session. Son is a wack ass human being...but he did his thing here son...I aint gon lie. (7)

Shady 2.0 (aka the only shit that really mattered...)

Yelawolf - When the weakest link in the crew is a muthafucka that still spits better than 90% of niggas in rap...you kno you got a serious roster my nigga. Son jus gettin this session started for his mans n he already put holes in the beat nahmean. (8)

Joe Budden - Budden took the laid back approach on this one...but even when son is jus ridin in cruise control he still slaps the beat around like it aint even a problem for him. He starts goin harder in the second half tho...which is the shit I preferred yo. (8.5)

Crooked I - Son came for blood. He had the beat in a headlock for pretty much his whole verse yo. "Before you die you should do the Jada n leave a Will"...nice one b. Crook blacked out on this shit. (9)

Joell Ortiz - Wasnt crazy bout sons punchlines...n he had that one corny reference to old ass shit like Eddie Murphy n prostitutes or whatever. But son kept his part entertainin nahmean. Plus his shit was jokes. (8)

Royce Da 5'9" - "Hi Rihanna"...you already kno. This is emceeing son. Not even his best shit n he still tore the beat in half  yo. If only Em wasnt bout to go in... (9.5)

Eminem - Theres two versions of Em...the one that kinda whines bout shit too much n be soundin like a damn drama queen on his joints namsayin....n then theres that beast ass muthafucka that straight up eats beats n spits out the bones...the one that breathes fire on mics n causes niggas to give up on rap n go get jobs at Target. The dude who murders Jay-Z on his own shit. That snow nigga who jus so happen to rhyme wit the sharpest flow in the history of rap. That dude. Imma tell you like this par...the drama queen aint show up to this shit yo. At all son. The thing is tho....ALL these niggas musta known son was gon be takin part n they was still jus sleepwalkin thru they shit anyways. Ayo if Im participatin in this shit n they tell me "oh yeah...by the way son....Marshall Mathers is gon be doin this shit too" Imma lose sleep perfectin my shit b. Namsayin Im not comin to the BET studios wit that Skillz bullshit son. Word is bond. Imma be hungry. So lord...explain to me how the muthafucka wit the most successful career, the most doe, n the most respect came thru n had the most hunger STILL. Thats what Im talmbout son. (10)

Shout outs to the whole Shady team... See these dudes kno how to end they verses on a high note too...not on some slip out the door shit.  But on some AIGHT IM GOIN NOW *door slam* shit. Word.

Aight peace

EXCLUSIVE: The unreleased Cole World joint....

Ayo whattup its ya boy P-Tone aka Cocaine Biceps aka Zeus Hands namsayin. Word is bond. Ayo this shit is another rare exclusive for yalls nahmean. Now that me n the J Cole fans who got offended by how yours truly felt bout his joint done broke bread...the god jus wanted to offer this as a gesture of his thanks n shit yo. Yall probably noticed that there wasn't mad features on that Sideline Story joint....aka Lolmatic....but this is the song that got left off the album apparently yo. This shit aint had no name when it found its way into my hands tho son...n there aint no hook on this shit neither so I mma jus call this shit Mongolian Panthers yo. Hopefully yalls is feelin this shit. Word. 

Aight peace.

BIG GHOST CHRONICLES PRESENTS

A WORLD EXCLUSIVE

MONGOLIAN PANTHERS

Jadakiss





Ayo the grips is all rubber, but the guns is metal, jack

The clips stay full, so if I whip you ya head'll crack

If the rap money stops, yall know how we thuggin it

I still got the scales, the cookware, n the oven mitts



Pockets is still fat, so you ain't gotta lend a coin

I pull up in that Jag truck the color of tenderloin

Niggas hatin Kiss, but I don't mean ta startle kids

when I come thru in that 'Rari the same color as cartilage



Montega Jada, in the streets I'm a warlord

I keep 900 bricks in the ceilings n floorboards

Niggas might hear that, n try to come rob the crib

Next they'll be sayin's  "damn, I think he just shot my ribs"



If Kiss catches a body, I aint sayin it's positive

But I'ma hop a plane n lay low where Shabba lives

Be on that G5 before the D's know who to warn,

And tell these flight attendants that we bout to shoot a porn



Let em gimme top while they still in they uniforms

Afterwards, I have some baked dolphin and unicorns

Its that nigga Montega, no homo or lip balm

My life is like a movie, yall niggas live sitcoms



Pull up in that 'Kunta Kinte wrist shackles gray' Jag

With the stove on my waist, n I don't mean Maytag

Roosters in the luggage, not the kind that'll cockadoodle

Then I jump in a helicopter the color of pasta noodles



Aheeaaaaaaaaaa!

 Pusha





Yuuuuuchhhkk



We kiss the cheeks of the coke czars........

They know our names... send us birthday giftssss n postcards

Our kids plaaay, our wives exchange pleasantries...

We go to dinner, the wine aloooone is eleven Gs



Nigga...I ain't imPRESSED with the present breeds...

Thats why I GUESSsss I only compete with dead emcees

No longer livin...never forget the influence

Surrounded by drug lords and other crime constituents



Pussssh...the ohh-eleven Don Vito...

But I NEVER hand the business down to these conchitos

We move weight from Montana to Montego

Finish what we start...we don't live by Lebron's credo



Yuuuuuchhhk...bitches sayin dude's vain

What you ex-PECT when a G in the pocket's loose change?

80 karats on one finger, thats my moooood ring

Money's my bitch...I ain't lookin for a new fling



......Pull the doors up on that Aventador

Hoes we pass on are the sames ones you cats would die for

What yall be callin dimes, we don't even bat an eye for

Your million dollar chain's a fraction of the one that what i wore



Test us? Naaah.....only the best could

My hoes rock Kate Spade...n Vivienne Westwood

.....Bolivian Express goods....

get dropped off on my door STEP...then swept thru to the next hood.





PUSSSHHH! 

Fabolous

Niggas think they seein F-A-B?

Then I guess they free...

to come test me like the S-A-Ts

We in the V wit the fresh AC

...puffin H-A-Z

We the pimps, not the F-A-Gs

Don't make me let the AK squeeze

all in ya H-A-Ts

I'm the nigga takin 8 days sprees

to tropical islands with trees where bananas hang

Spittin at these hoes wit thug talk n a gang a slang

Homie, you got bitches that look like orangutangs

While I be pullin southern belle hoes n Savannah thangs

I know ya man right here's a burden, so fuck it, sis

The Maybey outside got curtains n buckets, miss

Diamonds in my chain thats the size of McNuggets, bitch

We the kinda niggas you don't bring the ruckus wit

Plus, you ready know the D's watch us, believe this

They aint lettin me go wit 3 watches on each wrist

In the holding cell, we puff cubans n eat fish

An hour til I'm bailed n chuck a deuce from a G6

The Benz got 84" rims with the deep dish

Spend on ya lady more, so you know who she keeps with

Niggas think I'm vain cos my material objects

N I roll around with they dames up in my steering wheel cockpits

I'ma bury ya'll lames cos I'm clearly obnoxious

N the pieces on my chain's the size of cereal boxes

Drake





Awwwhhng



Drizzy



Ackhk............a red plus a blue makes a purple.....

Two wrongs don't make a right, but two broken hearts make a circle

Can a hamster find mafuckin love witta gerbil?

Do two cancers make a virgo? Think I needed to find out...ergo...



I carry errything on my own back.................turtle

Carry my own baggage with me.....what a fuckin purseload

I been airin out my laudry n I'm still just on the first load

It's the bane of my existence, mahfucka..........Kurt Co



Shoutouts to my stylists Kyle, Frankie n Gilberto

My heart is like my stage, nigga....full - dress - rehearsals

T-O show a nigga hate sometimes, it's hurtful

T-Vo Degrassi, mahfuckas, no commercials



Boy I'm poured up, I'm just swirling ma own merlot

Drank so much of that shit boy, I think I need a girdle

But noooooooooooo,  don't make me put ya name in my journal

Cos I be catchin BAWDIES like a robin in a wormhole



They said that Aubs was Aubsolete

Aubviously, they was wrong

Cos the Aubstacles they tryna put before me only made me strong

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww



You don't want no beef with Aubs, vegan

Pussay niggas comin at me, young Aubstetrician

Boy....consider that ma fuckin Aubservations

Reppin for mah family's my only Aub-li-gay-shunnnnnn ooooooooohhhhhhhh

J Cole





Cole........World.....



Straight out the Ville...Niggas sayin...

"You da man now Cole, now how dat feel?" ....I'ma tell y'all the deal

I got up OFF my mama's sofa...n came to the home of Biggie n Hova

The homies tol' me, Cole, you ain't gon make it, we tol'yuh



Years later, them same niggas sayin, "you done blown up!"

Guess what go around come around like a DOUGH-NUT

Guess I'm like a sandwhich, mahfucka I got COLD CUTS

MAN, I came to this city with only FO'Bucks....but SO WHAT



Them same niggas callin like "Cole, we beg ya pardon"

Musta thought my shit was over, but bitch, I was only fartin

Matter fact, I'm stilll eatin that cabbage straight from my garden

Niggas say they spittin, well I guess I must be barfin



Mahfucka, I ain't just spittin, nigga, I'm pukin

N I'ma be poopin while these niggas is only tootin

Nigga, I wrote this at my crib while watchin Juice n,

sippin on some juice n, eatin lotsa fruits n



Veg-ta-boles, ya'lls ain't fresh as Cole's

Might eat a bean burrito like I was from Mex-i-co

And boy, I ain't ashamed to tell you that I shed my tears

Cuz while I was doin that, I guess I shed my fears



Now these bitches become ladies, that don't mean they aint bitchin

Cole World, muthafucka, no jackets, scarfs, or mittens

No furnaces, no  fireplaces, or campfires forever

No snuggies, no blankets, n sorry Drizzy, no sweaters (Drake: Awww)



(J Cole singing)



Rush, rush...

Hurry, hurry lover, come to me

Rush, rush

I wanna see, I wanna see ya get free with meee-eeeeee

Rush, rush

I can feel it, I can feel it all through meeeee

Rush, rush...

Oooooooooh what you do to me

PSA (P-Tone's Special Advice)

Ayo whattup its ya boy Thor Molecules aka Phantom Raviolis aka the Hands of Zeus back in the buildin nahmean. Ayo the god wanna say thank you to ey'body who been supportin the movement namsayin. I appreciates all that shit yo. To anybody that dont like what I do tho...ayo Imma share a technique I learned while I was growin up out in the wilderness after I was sent down the river in a basket n found by the wives of pharaohs n raised by gladiators namsayin....first I jus take all the fucks I got rite...n I roll em up in my hands nahmean...n I throw em out the window yo. Then when somebody tells me some shit that they expect me to care bout I jus tell em I aint got no fucks left to give b. Niggas can cry they oceans of tears n sob like some babies over some shit or they can grow a dick n learn to be men namsayin. Yall broads gotta pardon a nigga while I address these soft niggas one time tho. Cos they the ones doin the most weepin namsayin. Yall bitch niggas go on n pour yallselves a glass of Riuniti on ice or whatever it is yall muthafuckas be drinkin n let a nigga speak yo. Jus kick ya little Reebok Easytones up turn down that Mac Miller shit yalls got squirtin outta ya yellow iPod docks n listen to what the god gotta say for a minute yo. 

I done gave yall niggas jewels already son. I let yall niggas kno the difference between bein a hater n jus bein a muthafucka who dont get his strings pulled on some Pinocchio shit nahmean. But yall niggas stay rollerbladin ya asses into the comments section n into a niggas mentions on Twitter anyways. Yalls still wake up.... get outta bed...n shake the rose pedals off of ya backs n shit...then go straight to yall laptops or phones without brushin the burnt dogshit breath outta ya mouths n start ya little weepin sprees for the day. Yalls muthafuckas is so worried that some random dude on the internets is gon be NOT LIKIN  the wack ass nigga whose nuts you been velcroed to for the last 3 years that yall start forgettin to eat or shower or any other normal ass shit...n jus start spendin hours defendin some bum ass rapper who aint gon be round longer than 5 years like he ya close relative b. Nigga go bang ya head against the toilet bowl n try to see if some dignity falls out. Ayo I hate a groupie ass nigga b. Word is bond son. I jus hate these dick ridin ass niggas wit they little saddles n cowboy hats who be lookin for the nex bullshit ass rapper to straddle n have dreams all day n night bout. Niggas sittin there twirlin they hair n poppin they bubble gums to some nigga whose musics softer than the flannel pajamas that Drake sews for his cats son. Ayo son you kno my shit is official when I speak it nahmean. The god be speakin armor plated words son. My shit got on gladiator armor when I say it namsayin. You niggas stay throwin leg warmers n unitards on all the words you speak tho nahmean. Ya words is fetherweight yo. I dont respect how yall be movin b. How Im gon take you niggas serious when you approachin me on some emotional shit llike that son? Ayo stay out my face wit that shit fam. Step yall thread counts up. If Tone dont like the wack ass shit you like it dont mean one of us is wrong or one of us is rite namsayin....it jus means you like some wack shit son. You niggas probably rock Zohan shorts n got ya nipples pierced. I dont like that pierced nipple rap b. I dont respect that shit yo. You little niggas jus wanna rap bout makin it big someday n bein famous....fuckouttahere wit that ho shit son. 

Ayo niggas is comin into the game on some comparin theyselves to legends shit n then cant live up to the hype...n thats somebody else fault b? Emotional ass niggas sayin ayo Tone how you gon shit on Cole World like that son? Yall stans is tryna act like son never rapped the words "Cole, a little birdie told me on the low you got an Illmatic" from the perspective of a nigga who was waitin to hear his joint yo. N when son  dropped Sideline Story yall put on ya little Stanphones n heard that shit thru a filter that removed all the flaws for you namsayin. So you aint heard what I heard b. Son I was one of those niggas that believed this nigga was the truth at one time yo. When I heard The Come Up n The Warm Up mixtapes I thought the little nigga mighta had some fire in him par. I aint buy into that bullshit bout him bein the nex Nas tho...cos truthfully the muthafuckas sayin that shit was either hyped up off of bullshit or like 3 days old when Nas had dropped Illmatic son. Matter fact a lotta yall 90s babies was still drinkin from sippy cups when Nas dropped STILLMATIC...so what yall kno bout Nas anyways yo? I aint a hater son...I jus aint a sucker. Namsayin. Yall keep lowerin the bar for these niggas n they gon keep givin you mediocre shit son. Im from the era where classics was droppin on Tuesdays all year b. Niggas was givin 4-1/2 mics to Ready To Die, The Chronic n Cuban Linx yo...niggas gave Doggystyle, ATLiens n Reasonable Doubt 4 mics son...muthafuckas was spoiled b. You think we overlookin some classics today tho? You think niggas is gon be lookin back on Rollin Papers n Asleep In The Bread Aisle someday n thinkin hmmmmm maybe these shits was classics afterall yo? Kanye might be the only nigga droppin classic joints for niggas these days son. Also that nigga Ricky Rozay might be a fat lyin ass nigga but he makes hot albums yo. Lotta mixtape niggas is puttin in work too...but wheres the big name artists wit they names at the top of the marquees who aint named Jay-Z or aint soft as fuck? 

Ayo ey'body got soft bellies now son. You think a DMX gon fall outta the sky in this day n age son? Nah we still got that swamp roach Swizz Beatz tho. But even if he wasnt survivin strictly off of crack sandwiches these days...these little niggas dont want none of that grimy shit X was bout in the 90s son. Nah...niggas want that tossed salad rap. Niggas want that grindin on the couch wit clothes on rap. That hardcore shit is dead son. Niggas want minivan rap. Niggas want some shit thats gon make a house full of dudes bring out the Twister mat son. Ayo I cant fuck wit none a that shit b. Son I dont be goin to the pantry for my hip hop namsayin. I might respect the cupboards but I mainly fucks wit joints that come from the fridge son. Yall kno the time. If you dont know what the fuck Im talmbout yalls need to go read my What Is Hate? joint. Cos the shit is mad real out here still son. Im tryin to expand yalls musical diets yo. 

Im sayin like...if a nigga fails to deliver...reject that shit b. But you can turn ya attention to some shit thats worthy yo. Like Game dropped a dud wit The RED Album...but why dont yalls go peep the Jay Rock Follow Me Home joint instead yo? Son dropped the real RED Album anyways b. Yall stannin ass muthafuckas dont gotta try n make that bullshit Game dropped into a hot album if it really wasnt...jus move on nigga. If these hyped up niggas fail you go cop you some Sean Price joints instead son. Go buy some Skyzoo shit. Go listen to some Freddie Gibbs or some KRIT. Theres still other dope shit out there b. Same go for any other joint you think a nigga HATIN on. Get wise to this shit son.

Aight peace.