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Rating: Pharrel is the most talked-about beatmaker of these times. He has worked with all and sundry, he is part of the most sought-after producer duo in recent years, the Neptunes, and with two friends, he has climbed various charts with the acronym No-one Ever Really Dies. Now, after various delays, his first true solo album is out: 'In My Mind'.
Maybe he's flashy, maybe he gets on your nerves, maybe he's too trendy, maybe you hate today's black music and in that case, stop here, don't go any further, and goodbye. Maybe all that… But damn, he's a beatmaker who rocks! There are few like him, and those few hide away with snobbish attitudes far from the spotlight, but not him. He makes almost anything he touches shine. And the album is a gem. A monument. It never lets up. It holds up for all sixty-four-plus minutes of its duration.
A compendium of hip-hop and r'n'b. To think that inside there are odious characters, real huge jerks. Yet the style is unmistakable: lascivious and suggestive tracks often adorned with scratches or distorted and piercing noises, almost annoying as if to punctuate everything with an avant-garde or experimental taste (listen to the single with Gwen Stefani and then come back to me, how is that prolonged, saturated, and distorted beat like Daft Punk…). And also the other single where our Skateboard P believes he's none other than good old Marvin, just punctuating the piece with sampled claps to remind us that we're in 2000 and not in the fantastic seventies…
Exemplary are That girl and Baby both with rather useless VIPs (respectively Snoop “dog face jerk” Dogg and the quintessential nuisance Nelly) but at the same time excellent: the first one is very sensual and the second one is trapped in a very respectable rhythmic mesh. Superlative instead are Young Girl with Jay-Z (okay, good, but too overrated) and Number One with the champion Kanye West.
In short, this In My Mind is not a negligible album, perhaps difficult to approach but immediately captivating. It is an album that will become essential over time, a classic that will rise above its actual value thanks to the fact that it will influence most of the future r’n’b.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Raspy Shit (03:34)
Little better
yup
little skateboard p
yes sir
yes sir
yes sir
yes sir
[Verse 1]
Ma the way you huggin' on me is a problem what the fuck you tryin' to end up in the gossip column
I know I got jewels like I'm the pharroah of the ghetto
but we are in the bright ass shiny carrara
stickin' your feet out the window so they can see your stillettos
costs a thousand dollahs same as your house n holla
not to mention your wrists and the 30,000 collah
pussy must be good he's victim to your power....shit
that nigga like me I would never allow it
spit that shit on me I'd ask you haveyou showered
you wanna get up in my boat and ride
take pictues of with the kid up in ocean drive
go to casatua and sip on calluas at the bar talking to other women about the best jewelers
you would like that huh...
smile and still call your girlfriend
who fell asleep at the wheel
[chorus]
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit tryin' to ask me shit
[Verse 2]
Hey yo I walk in brashest
certainly the crassest
the restuarants classes
the owners is ass
my money is green like the helmet of a fashess
so what you want patrone no patrussi in glasses
aint no mystery his daughter knows the history
and every night we toast like its victory get with me
and i aint change sense my early intel
I've been snackin on shrimp and sippin on shirrley temples
What you want
no seriously what you thinkin sense the yukon
never puffed a jay you ask lou shaun
back when he pushed babes like it was like coupons
with a house full of dames like it was moulon
I would ask there name but they would only do shaun
and I aint sayin they regret it but fuck would they do but if they could reverse time what the fuck would they do
[chorus]
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit tryin to ask me shit
[Verse 3]
honeys pandomania eyes like a rainion lighter than the blue of the sky or the day we in
ass like a volleyball
kind that make your dick hard
head to the hustlas so sweet she can get cars
now she here with me little skateboard p cheaper than the sound of a bird that chirps
I spit then I hit then I murk yes sir
I flick chicos sticks and a twix thats her
she admire how a champion lives how I sign Ja Rule with a ramp in my crib
I'm a champion i do as a champion did except I improve with the new and the rest get rid
but some ya'll dont like that it seems you tryin to bite back instead of sayin hi gettin fly but ill be right back
my dude got the skills if you think your fly
shoot the wings of your egoand watch you sky dive
[chorus]
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit.......raspy shit
dont try to come up on my ear talkin all that raspy shit tryin to ask me shit.
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