“’Till Death Do Us Part”, Dirty South Georgia Boyz
“’Till Death Do Us Part”, Dirty South Georgia Boyz, Universal Records 2003
The Down South Georgia Boyz make a strong case on “’Til Death Do Us Part” to become one of the leaders of the “Dirty South” rap genre.
This CD has a great beginning. While male voices repeat “D.S.G.B.” in a minor key dirge, others in front of the mix talk about “goin’ to war,” with a liberal use of the “n” and “mf” words. This theme is repeated at the middle of the CD.
Despite the inner sleeve’s pictures of rappers L’il Pete, Pin Head, and Black Out holding weapons, the CD is not all violent. “Sittin’ On Things,” featuring a guest called Delilah, is a soul concoction that would be radio friendly. Another cut, “Them Devils Trying,” proclaims “Our God is an awesome God/He reigns from heaven above,” a moving piece that contrasts with the CD’s images of urban conflict.
Of course, others like “King of the Hill,” contain warnings that “crackers” are welcome to buy this CD, but not to f*** with the four main rappers (Pastor Troy, the fourth, is the disc’s producer.) Most of the songs talk about tough street life over synthesized melodies and beats. Accompanied by the sound of sirens and guns, typical lyrics are: “And they wonder how I live on my block/Niggaz want to kill for five bucks”.
One might suspect that much of this is aimed at the white suburban kids who buy the majority of hip hop CDs. The constant repetition of the “n” word and about every profanity you could imagine seem to be calculated to disconcert parents, one of the main pleasures of teenage music.
Not that this is a bad CD. There is an exceptional amount of energy here. The beats accentuate the raps instead of being irritatingly overbearing. And the background keyboards are surprisingly melodic, making an interesting contrast with the many harsh themes.
The violence and profanity, after a while, seem cartoonish rather than offensive. For example, on “Who Down 2 Ride” the quartet’s threats make them sound like black WWF wrestlers.
With gangsta rap like this, the East and West coast might have to quit fighting and watch out for their Southern rivals. These “n”s are getting down with some “mf” tracks that make their Northern brothers look like “p”s.
--Dave Howell, 2/04
The Down South Georgia Boyz make a strong case on “’Til Death Do Us Part” to become one of the leaders of the “Dirty South” rap genre.
This CD has a great beginning. While male voices repeat “D.S.G.B.” in a minor key dirge, others in front of the mix talk about “goin’ to war,” with a liberal use of the “n” and “mf” words. This theme is repeated at the middle of the CD.
Despite the inner sleeve’s pictures of rappers L’il Pete, Pin Head, and Black Out holding weapons, the CD is not all violent. “Sittin’ On Things,” featuring a guest called Delilah, is a soul concoction that would be radio friendly. Another cut, “Them Devils Trying,” proclaims “Our God is an awesome God/He reigns from heaven above,” a moving piece that contrasts with the CD’s images of urban conflict.
Of course, others like “King of the Hill,” contain warnings that “crackers” are welcome to buy this CD, but not to f*** with the four main rappers (Pastor Troy, the fourth, is the disc’s producer.) Most of the songs talk about tough street life over synthesized melodies and beats. Accompanied by the sound of sirens and guns, typical lyrics are: “And they wonder how I live on my block/Niggaz want to kill for five bucks”.
One might suspect that much of this is aimed at the white suburban kids who buy the majority of hip hop CDs. The constant repetition of the “n” word and about every profanity you could imagine seem to be calculated to disconcert parents, one of the main pleasures of teenage music.
Not that this is a bad CD. There is an exceptional amount of energy here. The beats accentuate the raps instead of being irritatingly overbearing. And the background keyboards are surprisingly melodic, making an interesting contrast with the many harsh themes.
The violence and profanity, after a while, seem cartoonish rather than offensive. For example, on “Who Down 2 Ride” the quartet’s threats make them sound like black WWF wrestlers.
With gangsta rap like this, the East and West coast might have to quit fighting and watch out for their Southern rivals. These “n”s are getting down with some “mf” tracks that make their Northern brothers look like “p”s.
--Dave Howell, 2/04