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Already Platinum
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Spun: Slim Thug

Already Platinum

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Houston businessman Slim Thug enters the commercial rap world with his lacklustre debut album Already Platinum. Though the album's name is a little presumptuous, it refers more to Slim Thug's already lavish lifestyle rather than record sales. This is an important distinction to make for there is a definite correlation between being a have-not and making good rap.

It isn't his ghetto fabulous life mucking up Platinum. Slim Thug simply sucks. He does rattle off a few amusing lines such as "I change time zones more than hoes change clothes" but everything else is just some rich guy spitting masturbatory, unoriginal lyrics. Actually, scratch spitting, it's more like dribbling in some dialect halfway between a thick Southern drawl and a speech impediment.

The only reason this album will achieve any commercial success is because The Neptunes produced it, and their work here is admittedly pretty slick. It's just a shame they don't devote their efforts to more worthy material. Bottom line: if you want rap from Houston, don't look outside the 5thH Ward.

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man your fucking crazy slim thug recks it all the time.that man can spit like no other. he is one of the realist cats from houston.rap-a-lot(5th ward) of course ther legends from the south but this new cats from northside of houston such as slim thug,mike jones,paul wall go off like a mothafucka.like slim thug says "ROLL WITH A PISTOL GRIP PUMP IN MY LAP AT ALL TIMES" let me hear more opinions and please don't say lil flip goes off cause that nigga sucks t.i. recked his ass!!!!!!!!!!!

TAKING OVER UR JOB ! U SUCK @ KNOWLEDGE !!
TIE UR TONGUE , DUMMY GUMMY BEARZ MUST B IN YA EARZ & UNDERWEAR U DON'T KNOW MUSIC , UR TO TUNE DEAF THEREFORE DON'T U SAY NOTHING ELSE !!! SLIM THUG THE BOSS !! ITZ UR BRAIN CELLZ DAT R LOST !! MY OPINION...
GROUPIE REJECT DATZ WU UR ABOUT ..

Pack it up, pack it in
Let me begin
I came to win
Battle me that's a sin
I won't tear the sack up
Punk you'd better back up
Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
Get up, stand up, come on!
Come on, throw your hands up
If you've got the feeling jump across the ceiling
Muggs is a funk fest, someone's talking junk
Yo, I'll bust em in the eye
And then I'll take the punks home
Feel it, funk it
Amps it are junking
And I got more rhymes than there's cops that are dunking
Donuts shop
Sure 'nuff I got props from the kids on the Hill
Plus my mom and my pops

[Chorus]

I came to get down [2x]
So get out your seats and jump around
Jump around [3x]
Jump up Jump up and get down.
Jump [18x]
I'll serve your ass like John MacEnroe
If your steps up, I'm smacking the ho
Word to your moms I came to drop bombs
I got more rhymes than the bible's got psalms
And just like the Prodigal Son I've returned
Anyone stepping to me you'll get burned
Cause I got lyrics and you ain't got none
So if you come to battle bring a shotgun
But if you do you're a fool, cause I duel to the death
Try and step to me you'll take your last breath
I gots the skill, come get your fill
Cause when I shoot ta give, I shoot to kill

[Chorus]

I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop
Or better yet a terminator
Like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Try'n to play me out like as if my name was Sega
But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
I'm coming to get ya, coming to get ya
Spitting out lyrics homie I'll wet ya

Werd, dawgs!