These days the word classic is thrown around so much I think it has lost its meaning. We’re in a time where quality takes 2nd place to sales, very few albums live up to that standard. In my opinion, this one does. Skipp Coonâ€™s album, Women, Revolution, Tennis Shoes gives us that southern feel thatâ€™s become so popular these days and mixes it with the consciousness of say a Dead Prez. I think its something any hip-hop fan would love. Tight beats and even “tighter”Â rhymes filled with a message that supersedes raps of big rims, chains, and b*tches. Instead of aiming for radio play you get an album full of music from an artist that sticks to his guns and speaks on issues that still affect us on a daily basis. On “What If” he spits, â€œIâ€™ll go off the road before I stand in this lane,Â I move my pens to educate, let them fools entertain, the soundtrack to the struggle flows through my veins,Â I ainâ€™t impressed with bright lights and overnight fame, but if yaâ€™ll are who am I to complain,…..Iâ€™m not a hater I just refuse to be involved with the miseducation of our people.â€ With production carried by Mr. Nick (who some of you may have heard of), the album is track after track of dope music.
(I decided to keep this short and sweet for a reason….the music speaks for itself. And if you’re about rising above, it’ll speak to your soul.)
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