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Written by: Robbie Ettelson
“M.O.P. are rap’s greatest duo….yeah I said it.” So I threw this out there the other day.
“Huh? This douchebag can’t be serious, can he?” Damn skippy, sonny. Yeah, Run and them are bigger than rap now and let’s be honest, they’re Hip-Hop’s Greatest Trio. Outkast? Meh, they don’t even appear on my radar. Bill and Fame have been delivering that uncut dope without fail ever since they strong-armed themselves into the rap game, regardless of how many times they’ve been cock-blocked by induckstry fuckery. They asked “How About Some Hardcore?” and rap fanatics answered ‘Fuck yeah!’ in no uncertain terms. EPMD might’ve dropped four certified classic albums in a row, but they’ve since tarnished their legacy with the gawd-awful dolo joints and the Days Of Our Lives type ‘make-up to breaks-ups’ shenanigans. When was the last time you rocked the last three Erick and Parrish albums? Exactly.
It was inevitable that people would take umbrage at my declaration of Fizzy Womack‘s and William’s supremacy. One of these characters happened to be Combat Jack, who seems to have spat froth all over his Blackberry while he was trying to “body that latte” for the day. You might catch him trying to explain how great the Mash-Out Posse is over here, but don’t get fooled by his law-school slick talk. He’s just setting-up everybody’s favorite extra-gully duo up for a fall in his closing argument. That’s how these legal-eagle types like to do you, just before they stick you with their bill. I don’t know about the rest of you, but after Carlito’s Way I can’t trust anything these schiester’s spit.
Even when heaping praise on M.O.P, CJ has holes in his argument, which doesn’t bode well for when he tries to explain why EPMD are the greatest duo ever. Lil’ Fame has been officially in the game for seventeen years, having debuted on The Hill That’s Real compilation with two superior solo shots, not to mention ghost-writing a couple of cuts for a dame called Big Ken and a scene-stealing appearance on the posse cut. But this isn’t a history lesson. This is the story of rap’s ultimate underdogs, who refuse to go away no matter the obstacles thrown in front of them.
To The Death was quality, but it wasn’t until DJ Premier started messing with the team (when he remixed ‘Rugged Neva Smoove’) that the true genius of these Brownsville soldiers was unleashed. When Fame and ‘em were blessed with the Works of Mart sound, they elevated to the level of top-shelf material that is ‘Stick To Your Gunz’, where they hold their own in the presence of the GOAT himself, Kool G Rap. As for their delivery…who else has the stones to still rep the Shout Rap technique with pride like it was still 1986?
Some doubters might consider the fact that the Mash Out crew haven’t released an ‘real’ album in nine years to be to their detriment. Fact is, in that time they’re dropped at least four ‘street’ albums that must have broken numerous contractual clauses (that’s more Combat Jack’s lane, right?) on some ‘the fuck you gonna do about it?’ type of steelo. They were also paid to hang out in the studio and get effed-up on weed and booze by not one, but two major labels! What’s better than that? Plus they stayed doing tours with the Roc and G-Unit crews…sounds like a win-win situation. Sure, they would’ve felt a little frustration at their predicament at times, but do you think that broke their resolve? While other crews turned to mush and started ordering home invasions on each other in the face of adversary, Billy and Fame kept it one hunned and kept grinding. They let off a little steam by airing dudes out on record, like it should be done.
Although they might not have the catalog of hits that EPMD have under their belts, M.O.P also don’t have the grave-yard of skeletons in their respective closets. They never played themselves in the media with mud slinging and then got back together, twice. Lil’ Fame and Billy Danze have stayed the course through the good and the bad, repped for home team and have never stopped delivering that type of aggressive, window-smashing fight music that the rest of these radio-friendly fucks have been too shook to deliver. Not to mention, they actually made the phrase ‘rap dudes’ sound official.
M.O.P never broke-up. M.O.P never fell off. M.O.P never switched-up. They’re still bring that fire after seventeen years! What’s effing with that? They make music for the everyone who’s ever been shitted on by their partner in crime, betrayed, stabbed in the back and left for dead by the side of the road. While everyone else tries to get corporate and hang out in the V.I.P section to sip champagne, M.O.P are still reppin’ for the blue collar motherfuckers who drink beer on the stoop. They’ve recorded two tracks with everyone’s favorite rapping millionaire and have obliterated every posse cut they’ve appeared on. Other dude’s make songs complaining about bootleggers – the First Family actually step to bootleggers on the street:
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