With comparisons to the great ODB, his verse on Ghetto Symphony and having the standout track on the A$AP mob mixtape, Asap Ferg is yet to come out of the shadow of his more well-known mob mate and this mixtape should serve as his opportunity to do so.
LET IT GO
Menage ain’t a thing they whores
Pussy so good, need more
Let me get in those drawers
5-0 in the corner store
He heard all them claps with a round of applause
Spit at your back and you lie on the floor
This starts off with A$Ap Mob leader, A$ap Yams setting the mood for the rest of the album “Trap Lord Season begins”. When the song starts proper, we have Ferg rapping over a beat reminiscent of 3-6 mafia circa 2001. His flow on this is not spectacular in the least and I don’t really think this is the best way to start an album but Hey! Hopefully the rest of the album is better.
SHABBA ft A$ap Rocky
I was broke last week but today be a new day
Mothafuckas like cavities cause them niggas be too fake (tooth ache)
Walk in this bitch with the new Wang, looking like Liu Kang
With a blonde bitch that wanna snoop cane
Then she get the Batman like Bruce Wayne (Master Bruce)
Probably bumping R. Kelly sipping Cristal
So you know the whole world getting pissed on
I don’t really give a fuck if you pissed off
I just bought a Mac-11 from the thrift store
We’ve all heard this one already. The Fergenstein heard here is waaaay better than the one heard on the previous track and Pretty Flacko also doesn’t disappoint with that R.Kelly and Cristal line. JAM.
LORD ft Bone Thugs n Harmony
Reincarnation of Master Fard
Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart
Diss and I’ll blow, and shouts from Allah
You bout to get it from a general,
I dont know if they can hear me though
Don’t you niggas ever bother trying to see me im a criminal
-Flesh N Bone
For the love of the money B gotta reap in what I sow
But I keep it what I know
For the ending of the row gotta go will i go
When i get it ima know to follow my known foe
Got em stuck in the grave
Im on the grind full time never rest to get paid
A little hustlin’ muthafucka put the brush to the face
I Cut the braids, hit the stage now they looking amazed
THE WHOLE VERSE!!!!!
This is a mad posse cut with Bone Thugs providing verses with their trademark quickfire flows. Even Ferg doubles up with his flow. The highlight of this song? Krayzie Bone’s 272 words verse!
Lord please what is my purpose
Besides fucking these Persians
Popping these bottles and popping these models
Please tell me where is the Sherman
This one has a more sing-song style to it but it’s a rather personal track which has Fergy rapping about how he is the patron saint of the hood and hood kids and also, how growing up in the hood gives very few options.
Hey, Joyde! Hi, twin!
Thinking ’bout my goddamn father again
Why he couldn’t see a nigga in Medusa lens
Why he couldn’t see a nigga cop his first benz
Why he couldn’t see a nigga pop his first band
Another track where he skirts around different emotions and stuff going on in his life: fake friends, absent father, drug dealing. He doesn’t fully hit these subjects on the head, he just plays a game of touch-and-go and it works quite well on this one.
You lay it down don’t play around don’t make a sound
Let me see that ass bounce
This is a threesome. It’s really a waste of my time as it is. Moving on.
Her hands all on my fade, bitch pop that ass in the coup
That bitch got Lisa Leslie money, she balling, Sheryl Swoops
She keep rubbing her nose, I can tell she wanna snoop
That coke make my dick numb, she put it all in her glutes
Feel like Bishop from Juice, gun all in my boot
“I fxcked your bitch nigga, I fxcked your bitch”. As zany as the chorus sounds, it just fits here. This is actually a good song, surprisingly. I expected it to be like Lil Wayne’s “beat shit out that pussy” but it transcends that. This is designer ratchet rap at it’s finest.
WORK REMIX ft French Montana,Trinidad James, Schoolboy Q, A$ap Rocky
Put in work, Flacko put ’em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon’ put him in the earth
Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work
Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he’ll smoke up the Earth
Polo Ground, A$AP World
When they mask up, comin’ for your ice
When they bare-faced, they comin for your life
Baby don’t pray for me pray for the weak
I’m drinkin’ lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I’m from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin’ bodies
I fuck with Asian niggas And I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y’all niggas might hate me but
That don’t get no deal, I said no that don’t get no deal
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, “That nigga turnt”
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
Shippin’ units, Captain Kirk, takin’ xannies poppin’ percs
You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic
But I’m so damn fine make a bitch look average
This track came out a while ago and those on my bbm or twitter tl would have noticed that I kept on using lines from this song especially French Montana’s part. This is another goood track.
DIDN’T WANNA DO THAT
They told me West got robbed (Damn)
Where the fuck them niggas be at
They took the chain up off his neck
I heard the mac started running laps
Oh, what the fuck are they goin’ to do that
The lack of a chorus works perfectly on this one cos it woulda subtracted from the gritty feel of the song. On this track, Fergy is the hood’s gossip reporter as he talks about West getting robbed and asking where his friends were when it happened. Not deep deep but yeah! There are levelz to this shit
MURDA SOMETHING ft Waka Flocka Flame
Street educated, no use for G-tech
Niggas be talking but really don’t want it
Put shells in your stomach, like pussy you wet
Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo
Test me, that’s a gamble like Russian Roulette
Might get ’em in church or something
We heard the deacon speaking
I’m Donnie McClurkin frontin’
I smell pussy, them niggas hurt your cousin
All my people say “Stomp!” like I’m Kirk or something
Whoa. Isn’t this a pleasant surprise? Waka doesn’t yell on this one and he actually drops bars. The beat, the chorus: near perfect. You have to jam this to believe that it’s actually good. I’m still in shock.
MAKE A SCENE ft Maad*Moiselle
Give me you wanted the bitch ain’t important
You sayin she fire
The devil is scorching
Say bye to your mama say hi to the coffin
This song has Ferg doing that sing-rap flow again. Not a bad track but it’s not spectacular.
FUCK OUT MY FACE ft A$ton Matthews,B-Real, Onyx
Pass that shit like a deadly virus
She want to hit, that’s Miley Cyrus
Hit it so hard, my god, she likes this
Change that chick’s name to Miley Cypress
Aston Matthews in an Aston Marton, driving retarded
Sipping on that Crissy cause a nigga really ballin’
Headed to the telly with a bunch of Kelly Clarksons
I get that A$AP, A$AP, take naps from the K clap, I’ll bring it
Where you lay at, gang colder than face off, you don’t want to face that
Got these hoes dripping out the four socks, 44’s get the 4’s off
Four boats so the hoes drop, that rose gold keep it don’t stop
– A$ton Matthews
Bitch you didn’t ask my gangs official
Mad faced nigga with anger issues
Hundred mad nigga got a gang of pistols, blaow
Now how the fuck can a stranger miss you
-Fredro Starr and Sticky Fingaz (Onyx)
A track with cypress hill’s B-Real and Onyx on it? This should be crazy.
Well, it’s not crazy crazy. B-real’s verse was weak. I’ve never heard of the A$ton Matthews dude but he held his head way above water with his verse. A$ap ferg? Iono, his verse was just there. Then Onyx stepped in and just pissed all over the crime scene that is this track.
A good song but if I need some space on my phone, it’ll prolly be one of the first things that I’ll delete.
Another day in the crack house, where demons be talking to fiends
Couple hits and a blackout, needles be stuck all in their veins
Sing a song that be stuck all in your brain
That shit so potent, it have you doing devilish things
The spaced out beat on this one is a nice way to end the album and matches up with the title of the song. The beat is trippy and ASAP Ferg does well on this, changing up his flow and delivery time and time again.
This album possesses no true soul as its production and lyrics flit from totally meaningless to deep, from trap to new york rap, from hyphy to slow song style. Due to this, the album sounds rather disjointed. It never really settles and the shortness of the album adds to that feel of a rollercoaster ride ending too early. The production on this album, although insanely G at times, left a lot to be desired at other times. Fergy rarely let’s his true emotions spill out on this album and when he does, the results are superb.
It took me about a month to review this album cos I kept getting bored midway through it. I think that says a lot about the album. One of the reasons for this may be due to the fact that most of the songs sound the same. The subject matter reflected in the lyrics becomes so damn repetitive at some point that it just hurts to listen.
In conclusion, is A$ap Fergy the trap lord? No. Is his style diverse? Yes. Is this a good offering for a debut album? Not really. Can he do better? Hell yeah. Will I delete most of these songs as soon as I’m done with this review? Yes.
I’m going to have rate this a C