DJ Rondevu's highly-anticipated
second volume of Dangerous Minded is in the now, showcasing emcees on the up
and up whilst spotlighting Ronde's production just the same. Packed with the
album format, proper jewel casing, pull-out insert, and DVD, D.M.II also features
various rap legends supportin' the Brooklyn Bad Boy's grind. Ronde's resume
is impressive, exploding onto the mixtape scene with already classic Four Horsemen,
Godbrothers, and Knights of the Roundtable series. Das Efx, who haven't done
a relevant damn thing in a minute-this side of average Hit Squad appearances-represent
lovely over the tight metaphysics Rondevu brings to the boards. Dray & Skoob
no longer limit themselves to riggity riggity rapping, coming off hard with
dope flows and tighter rhymes in a minute. Ronde delivers a certain West-ish
flavor to the boards on "How We Do," inserting plenty of tingling
string and synth elements in the background, all the while packing hard enough
drums to keep this shit East Coast. Skoob, the more liggity liggity likely to
figgity figgity fuck you up with the classic Efx sound, contributes his always
enjoyable presence-and some witty one-liners-to the Marco Polo breaks of "Get
Down" (we never said these vets were original with song titles), while
the alliance with Sean Paul on "The Memories Remain" chipmunks some
deep-introspect shit to Das' resume. The production on Dray's joint "Hustlers,
Gangsters" sounds like a Dre rip-off while his guests Un Pacino & Scott
Cane (very funny) are all over the album, but don't characterize themselves
other than typical round-the-way rappers (i.e. "we the shit, squeeze the
fifth, smash the strip, stackin bricks, kidnap kids ). This is further
exposed on "Paper, Feti, Skrilla." I mean if this is all dooks
know, that's cool and all-you gotta represent what you know-I'm just not impressed.
Un does take things a step higher with Hogg Brando on "Baby That's It,"
which appeared earlier on the DJ Murderers mixtape, and "You're My Baby"
which descriptively jots down situations and surroundings to a soulful tune.
What about DJ Rondevu?
It's his tape, so no surprise for dude highlighting the album with shine. Look
no further than "Essence," bringin' back heads from the Mic Geronimo/Royal
Flush era rockin' to the joint; "Mad Cuz U Know Me" keeps within the
same early-90s grime; and the mafiaesque strings of "The Sitdown"
is on some true Firm shit, despite its talentless raps. It's unfortunate the
Smif 'N Wessun track is a burning heap of trash, as is the Un Pacino dolo "It's
Gangsta" (beat has potential, but goes anywhere with its simplicity), and
"Tonight" by Balance and Locksmith is possibly the worst song of 2005.
Should we care about the tape as much as the DVD anyway? Hell no! Shit's the
real prize of this product, and not your typical let's give the people a little
something to boost sales. No, I believe the album was the supporting point for
the DVD, which contains explicit language and strong sexual content. Whoopee.
You got slap fights, golden hoes, concert raps, hot customs, sleek technic(que)s,
and exclusive interviews with album cats (i.e. a grizzly stroll through Flatbush,
South Central, and Europe wit Das, real talk with Tek), and other surprising
guests (i.e. a hip-hop video/interview from Thirstin Howl III). It's funny how
many of the songs that were just shredded in half sound 5x better when supporting
the DVD-maybe that's where the music should've stayed. Dangerous Minded lives
up to its name as a home hood movie with unsmooth pans, moderate editing, shifty
sound, but damn the back-ends you'ze about to witness (lookout, Necro). Do not
make Dangerous Minded a Saturday night with ya girl unless she exactly