The first album by Major Figgas, a rap collective from north Philadelphia, maintains musical interest, using instrumental tracks full of synthesizer patterns that provide an attractive pop filling in between the inevitable repetitive beats underneath and the harsh rhyming on top. With at least seven rappers working in various combinations, the group varies its sound effectively. Unfortunately, beyond musical interest, there is little but the usual nomenclature of gangsta rap to be found in the actual words. That means a word beginning with "N" that rhymes with "figga" turns up every line or two and that the lyrics are laced with obscenities, as the various rappers rhythmically spew out a coarse street argot full of references to drugs, prostitution, guns, and violence. There is a fair amount of boasting, of course, and "You Didn't Feel Me Then" indulges in an attack on a woman that borders on misogyny. "The Crack," performed in the first person as the drug itself, seems to decry the drug's impact on society, but as titles like "I Love Being a Gangsta" and "Thugs in the Clubs" suggest, Major Figgas are more interested in belligerently celebrating violent street life than criticizing it. The album contains a hidden track at the end that might be titled, "Tribute to My Fallen Soldiers."
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AllMusic Review by William Ruhlmann
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