November 18, 2010


Roc Marciano is uninterested in re-inventing the wheel–he’s trying to perfect it.  From the Scarface fixation to comparing himself to Paul “Mr. Wonderful” Orndorff, his cinematic semi-automatic rap is the spiritual descendant of Wu-Tang and Mobb Deep. Theoretically, that should be dull in 2010, but as long as people kill, crime sagas will always fascinate. He understands the perils posed by getting too fancy or ornate. Prodigy and Havoc called their third and fourth albums, Hell on Earth and Murda Muzik, and Roc Marciano applies a similarly brute blunt force. His couplets crack like crude weapons, cold and hard enough to make your marrow disintegrate. You can say that it’s a little overly simple,  but Rakeem Myer knows better: “his flow is hard to mimic like yiddish.”

His Hempstead, LI, is a wasteland of bullet holes and broken glass. It sounds like he was brainwashed by “G.O.D. Part III” throughout his formative years–which he probably was. Lime Barcadi has become Gray Goose, but realities never fold. Many rappers brag about committing killings, but Roc Marciano simulates what one imagines it to feel like. His synths bleed with paranoid tension, the drums thud like mercenaries on the march, while Roc offers chalk-0utlined visions of the jungles of New York. You can feel the footsteps. Every sound and style needs someone needs to carry on the tradition. Right now, Roc Marciano really seems bullet-proof.

MP3: Roc Marciano-“Scarface N**ga”

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