Beg for Mercy is an appropriate title for this album, because I was begging that it would end. I listened to it after thoroughly absorbing The Black Album, which could explain why the elementary lyricism of these cats was revealed for the first time. It's as if they were the kids who cheat off the smart guy's test. When the genius is absent during Finals, you suddenly look like the numbskull you are.

Not to indulge Jay's retirement theory and the end of rap as we know it.. I'm referring simply to the rotation of CDs in the changer, the quick switch in sounds period. From J to G that shit was s-a-d. It's only fair to judge an album on it's own merit, so I stopped mid-album and continued the private listening sesion the next day with virgin ears. more..

Beg for Mercy is an appropriate title for this album, because I was begging that it would end. I listened to it after thoroughly absorbing The Black Album, which could explain why the elementary lyricism of these cats was revealed for the first time. It's as if they were the kids who cheat off the smart guy's test. When the genius is absent during Finals, you suddenly look like the numbskull you are.

Not to indulge Jay's retirement theory and the end of rap as we know it.. I'm referring simply to the rotation of CDs in the changer, the quick switch in sounds period. From J to G that shit was s-a-d. It's only fair to judge an album on it's own merit, so I stopped mid-album and continued the private listening sesion the next day with virgin ears.

Problem solved? Not really. Beatwise there are some serious bangers, it's the lyrics that sound like crap. It's like they sat in the tour bus and gathered up whatever was under the chair, notes scribbled in a notebook.. use a little from this page.. I wrote this last week.. that shit you said yesterday was hot.. wait here's something underneath my foot. It's entirely possible to snip a verse from one song and tuck it into another without being able to tell the difference. Once you've gotten to track 8, you've heard the content of the entire album, the only thing that changes is the beat and the chorus. If you thought you'd learn more about who this crew is.. what G-Unit is about, what they think, you won't.

I know, it's some gangsta shit, but this also music and entertainment. After a full summer of G-Unit radio and mixtapes they really needed to step up with a winner, this is nowhere near accomplishing that. Reason being.. they have nothing to say. Not a damn thing. Oh yeah, you can put it on and nod for a few songs, then you'll suddenly notice the amount of braincells that just leaked out of your head.

I could give a damn about positivity all the time. That's not the issue. We're talking the repetitive subject matter of Young Buck, the reusing of verses by 50, the ignant hooks... yes, ignant as in "Lay Yo Ass Down" and just corny singalongs like "My Buddy." Lloyd Banks is the only saving grace. I found myself fast forwarding through songs just to hear his verses. I'm a late convert, (thanks to Nick) he laces up something tight each and everytime he touches the mic.

It's not a total frisbee, "Stunt 101," "G-Unit," "Smile," "Groupie Love," "Poppin Them Thangs" "Salute U" and "I Smell Pussy" all hit hard. That's seven joints, scrape up a loose 2 or 3 with so-so status and you have the short EP that it should have been. The rest of the album is littered with moments.. "Betta Ask Somebody".. where Lloyd Banks sets it off nice.. moments.. and then Young Buck's simplistic lyrics combine with the simple chorus and drives the simple beat into your head simply like a hammer.. then 50 comes in sounding like a tiger.. ok, alright.. wait a minute.. yeah, I heard that before. Begging for mercy, I'm fucking begging. - Chris G.

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