Rocks Off drowns ourselves in mixtapes, and we've come to one conclusion: It's hard to find a good one. But like a domestic violence-prone girlfriend, we keep going back to the mixtape circuit because we think, "he'll change." Mixtapes feel cheap, full of thrown-together bastard-stepchild lyrics that didn't make the real album. You can cherry-pick one to four good songs, but ole' boy at the flea market took all my dollars. He didn't cherry-pick the crisp, pretty dollars we gave him. No, ladies and gentlemen, he took even the wrinkled ones. The problem we described is the reason we keep the same mixtapes in our six-CD changer,Tango Blast
(Ikeman and Lil Bing),NAWF II
(Lucky Luciano, Stunta and Coast) andI Swear To God
(Aztek Escobar). Two of the remaining three spots are compilations of alternative music and the last is Preemo'sConcrete Dreams
. But one of those CDs - probably one of the alternative compilations - is about to get knocked into the dozens of unmarked burned-CDs in our trunk and get replaced with Mayalino'sF@#k These WetWacks
mixtape with DJ So Hood. This is a project that doesn't feel cheap. It feels expensive, of album quality. The beats are of the highest order, the punch-line lyrics are meaningful, witty, catchy and cocky, and the order of the tracks take you on a journey... they tell a story, one full of drug-dealing, Tango Blast gang bravado and calling rappers out on their false claims of dope-slanging and wealth. The mixtape looks like a tightly organized closet with color-coordinated clothes, not like our drunk drawer at home with scissors, unopened mail, pocket knives, and we don't know what else. You feel us? Perhaps the reason it's a well-put together project is because Mayalino really had something to say. He really wanted to make a statement. It's right there on the album cover: "F@#k These WetWacks." Mayalino tells us it's not directed at anyone in particular, but if the shoe fits... well, he's probably calling you out with a very heavy poke in the middle of your chest. At the beginning of one track, he says, "I can't see what ya'll rappin' about, man. I don't see no guns, no drugs, no hustle. I don't see no gang. I don't see no fuckin' house. I just can't see no progress in ya'll niggas. Fuck ya'll lying about, man?" That pretty much sums up the whole mixtape, which features 22 original beats. It's bold. And regardless whether you agree or disagree with Mayalino, you can't argue it's not good music. With this project he has positioned himself, in our minds, in the upper-echelon of Texas Latino hip-hop artists.F@#k These WetWacks
is a must-have.You can purchase the product here.
Three of our favorite tracks are:
"'80s Baby," feat. Ekeys and Felony
"Two Hustlas of the Same Kind," feat. Drojo
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