OFWGKTA "The OF Tape Vol.2"

“Hi” how are you? Don’t let the cover fool you, especially if you are a fan of donuts. The music may be sweet, but unlike donuts, what you hear may leave a bitter taste in your mouth; if you are easily offended. With a song like “B*tches,” need I say more? There is a lot of swearing, but other than that the verbal assault of Hodgy Beats and Domo aligned with that diluted, but engaging production, is worth the listen. Another thing, their music is best taken in small doses; if you eat a whole dozen of donuts you know a bada-- stomachache is around the corner. Speaking of stomachs, only in “NY” would you hear Tyler create some sick verses like this, that would deeply offend Ned Flander(s); there is no contest, but who else would mention Jerry Sandusky the Pope in a club? Rub and tug, rub a dub, and strippers hanging with a scrub? The last song seems tame when compared to this one, in spite of its accompaniment. “Ya Know” that this trip through cyber-space, or the internet, is one of my favorites? Now you do! I prefer to take a walk in the “Forest Green,” because Mike G makes it sound good. He’s right, people talk sh--, “They said they could do it better, I don't really think they could.” In my case, yes, I’m stupid; understood. “My flow is like gymnastics, so/Beef flips, patty cakes, smoke a pound of dro for the algae taste” Nuff said; that, and it’s nice and “Lean,” except that final verse it’s like a…          The next song they talking about a ménage (Nicki?) by a lake, but all I see is an Ocean to be Frank, and it seems to be chill, just listen. Syd and Tyler wanna kick it, haters they can stick it, cause they seem high as f---; which seems a great pastime in “Analog 2.” Let’s just say that Hodgy is on his hate and ready to literally assault someone if the verses don’t, and I’m sure there are more lines than “50.” This hype ain’t mellow either, and the accompaniment is just as angry. The next cut may not be a fractured reinvention of the tale, or have much to do with it, but when you think “Snow White” you will think more than just the seven dwarfs. The Left Brain prevails in this next song, which is pretty interesting, and offensive whether you are a “Real B*tch” or not. “P” looks “harder than finding a f***** snickers bar in whole foods,” and if you dis regard “No, I'm the f*** now/My poppa didn't give one, that's why I'm like this now/I'm still down to cut throat.”  I wonder why this slow neo-jazz (if it can be called that) is laced in “White,” and those memories of fun times with friends “Will all fade to grey soon, on the TV station” does not assure me everything will be alright. “Sam (is Dead),” but he left a note on his deathbed: “It's really awkward to know, that a bunch of kids do adore me/It's like I fathered these f*****, so you will find me on Maury/I'm still a kid in my heart, so I have a problem maturing/But it will come from experience and s*** I see touring.” I just don’t get what he means by the last line though, unless he asked and Hodgy ghost wrote. Domo Genesis goes solo, with handclap and danger flow, with a line like this “And I'm higher than an Asian score on SATs” why bother trying to follow? “We Got B*tches” is one of those horn-assisted anthems that is partially humorous, in a good way, and going through a cyclone; it’s dizzying because it might confuse the limbic, but it sounds good could be a hit. The ten minute relay that finishes the record, “Oldie” or not, is chock-full of variety of verses, folly of flows, different emotions, do they mentions hoes? Really doesn’t matter, but you should listen. You won’t regret it, I know I didn’t; you’re probably laughing, “oh you think you can rap?” Not really.  MY Favorites: Ya Know, Forrest Green, Analog 2, 50, Rella, P, Hcapd, We Got B*tches, and Oldie