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01/19/2024 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or Youtube. “Check It Out” is my 68th official release. This is the last release from the “Party Politics” album/era. This was self-record but mixed and mastered by Sam Peters at La Luna in Kalamazoo Michigan. The beat is by Anno Domini and the cover art is by xoxodesigns from fiverr.
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Lyrics:
A yo, what could?
I’m Eric, what’s good?
I inspire minds by rhyming lines
Film, designs, and mesmerize
I used to go hard but I stopped the aggression
I felt it wasn’t needed and shouldn’t be the message
I’m focused on the soul and providing a lesson
Like pick up the book and put down the weapon
I’d rather kick back on tracks
Then get jacked, and put cats on blast
Primates work better in groups
This really isn’t news
I’m illustrious
My lyrics have substance
It gives your ears sustenance
To listen to the love I give
The world a cold place and I’m try’na make it better
Remind you of times that bring us together
Like celebrating birthdays, graduation or Earth Day
Life comes in waves, Hope your down for the sur-fang
The vibe feels like a hot day out in the water park
Or an other day with the sprinkler out up in the yard
I do it for the love, the dabs and smiles
For the pretty young thing that wanna have my child
For the academics, the young and wild
That like the aesthetic, swag, and style
I do it for the love, the dabs and smiles
For the pretty young thing that wanna have my child
For the academics, the young and wild
That like the aesthetic, swag, and style
If hip-hop made me miserable man I’d quit
But I take joy in all of it, whether I listen or spit
I know I can make it, if you put me on your playlist
On tour these songs will double as stage hits
So if you like it spit it back to me
In the metro retroactively
Attracting what you’d rather be
Then attacking and some tragedy
Know I’m down for whatever
Get high on endeavors
Winning hearts and minds for the better
Spending time together
Feelin like kids
Playin without rules
Crankin up tunes
Talkin bout the news
Leave behind the drama
Track money with commas
Love fans and the genre
I stand for karma.
Can’t change your lineage or history
Say “It realy isn’t up to me”
But I can change my attitude
And show myself some gratitude
Rather cipher than a battle
Ride the beat like a saddle
Have some fun, and spread some love
And hope that we go platinum
Cuz I do it for the love, the dabs and smiles
For the pretty young thing that wanna have my child
For the academics, the young and wild
That like the aesthetic, swag, and style
I do it for the love, the dabs and smiles
For the pretty young thing that wanna have my child
For the academics, the young and wild
That like the aesthetic, swag, and style
Post-prison Peezy has been a disappointment. Ghetto is a new low.
Peezy was at his peak when he went to prison right after No Hook and No Hook 2, rough diamonds and game changers, setting new high not only for Michigan but for the whole United States. His prison CD Ghetto Rich Niggaz, compiled of the leftovers. It was mediocre possibly because Peezy didn’t have full control of the process. After his release from prison, though, alarm bells started to sound. Ballin’ Ain’t a Crime 2, Free Rio, Only Built for Diamond Links were hit and miss at best: you needed to skip a lot of tracks to get to a few decent cuts (which resembled the old Peezy).
Three disappointing albums might have just been missteps. With Ghetto, his most mainstream tape to date, all doubt is gone. Ghetto is absolutely unlistenable. You can hear Peezy’s voice and Peezy’s favorable words and phrases, but it is still totally un-Peezy-like. Either it’s been cooked up by a stupid AI or he hired a braindead ghostwriter and a dyslexic actor to sound out the lines. And the real Peezy has all this time been on drugs so much he agreed to release this, not fully understanding what he was doing.
In interviews, Peezy himself has hinted that he lost his ability to rap after prison. Ghetto proves he’s right. Before he could speak on the mic for hours. Now he can barely say three lines without repeating himself. He is cannibalizing his own old material but sounds as uninspired as possible. On “First Night” and “She Ain’t Scared” he sings, possibly aiming at R&B audience, but there are hundreds of artists who do it better.
Hungry and angry Peezy is gone, and we end up with a relaxed millionaire who comes up with a few lines in his Jacuzzi. To make matters worse, all these lines are about a millionaire in a Jacuzzi. If he understands that he’s lost his voice, then the only explanation why he’s even doing it is to keep his name afloat and his bank account in seven figures. This isn’t even worth the bytes it’s distributed on.