Album Review: Royce Da 5'9" Street Hop

First and foremost, let me say this album is unfuckwitable. Royce Da 5'9"'s album "Street Hop" proves that this MC is about to take the entire hip hop community by storm and there ain't a damn thing Jay-Z, Eminem, Kangay or any one of them overpaid cocksuckers can do about it. This did not happen over night. Royce had to pay his dues over and over again.
After getting released from a DUI charge earlier this year and a series of flops, his talent had to be unleashed fully on all of its unsuspecting listeners. He went into the studio to chop heads off and he did it with ease. It certainly helped that the legendary DJ Premier was his executive producer. Primo definitely brought out his talent because this album is a classic from front to back.
There are too many reasons why "Street Hop" should be the top hip hop album of the year, but I will only tell you a few, for the sake of your time and mine. First, he's a lyrical mastermind and he proves it without a doubt on every track. Second, is the subject of his rhymes. He's fucking everywhere. He also has an amazing storytelling ability that would put most rappers on welfare. Then, he talks about the most ridiculous subjects other rappers wouldn't touch with a tazer. For example, he claims he's a rapist, a homicidal maniac, a headbanger, a terrorist, a trader, a role model, and a suicidal nudist, all in one song. Third, the self proclaimed, "biggest criminal in the world," has the beats to backup his lyrical prowess. His club bangers, which I am not a fan of normally, had my head bobbing as if I was sucking Ron Jeremy's dick and when Primo steps up to the production, especially on "Something 2 Ride 2," the results left my brains scattered against the project's brick wall. The only other comparison that would even come close to this reaction would be the first time I heard the Primo beats on Illmatic.
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Fourth is his guest appearances. Sure, most of the names don't ring a bell, but Slaughterhouse(his hip hop super group) is killing every MC in their path and eating their guts like hot, greasy bacon(this would not be the first time they were in deep shit with PETA). Slaughterhouse, represented by Royce, Crooked I, Joe Budden, and Joell Ortiz, is a lyrical massacre. No rap group out there, right now, can eat more pussy and destroy more mics than these four rappers. They are what help make this album damn near perfect. What does push this album past mics is the last track, "Hood Love," which features Bun B of UGK. It is as smooth as butter loaded with heroin. When I listen to the close of "Street Hop," I can't help, but push my seat back and let the music possess me, control my thoughts, hold onto the steering wheel, and drive.
I salute Royce for making a hood classic and recommend, or rather, command everyone to buy or download this shit. Regardless of whether or not you like hip hop, you do not want to miss out on listening to a hip hop legend in the making.