That being said, the hook on ‘By Any Means’ has to be the apex of Rick Rawse’s fantasy-deludo rap. Holy fuck. My brain exploded listening to that shit. The fucked up thing is that it might even be the best song on the entire project (competition comes in the form of the song that has Curren$y on it – shit’s smooth), so I’m destined to hear it a few more times. Let’s examine this shit briefly:
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcolm X, by any means
Many 14s stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real nigga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
What. The. Fuck? What does that shit even mean?
First, that shit is ignant as fuck. ‘Pork on the fork’? Then two lines later ‘Malcolm X’, followed by the standard muslim greeting (A-Salam Alaikum)?
The shit is kinda subtle, but the juxtaposition of black/Islamic imagery/iconography and criminal shit talking is…
…I got nothing. I have a headache from trying to analyze what I just listened to. Rick Rawse is a ridiculous fuck. On the next song he’s talking about a cap that’s both a snapback AND fitted. This nigga just fearlessly makes shit up and no one cares. The music sounds great though. Blasphemous, nonsensical and great all at once.
In Rawse & co.’s defense, it’s really an excellent song. Lil’ Lody’s beat suggests that he’ll be doing much more than Lex Luger impressions in the future (speaking of Lex Luger, he contributes his most unique sounding beat yet to Self Made, Vol.1 – progress!) and Meek Mill, Wale and Pill contribute great verses. Especially Pill – I think a lot of listeners are going to take notice of the Pink City representer after they hear his work on this shit.
But back to Rawse’s delusions. I think the lesson here is that if you say some shit loudly and confidently enough, people will buy it (see Jigga and Wayne’s claims to be the GOAT – no one seemed to care until they both whined about it enough). Fuck the truth. Also, it’s best to turn off the thinking nodes in your brain when you hear any combination of Rick Ross, 808s and triple hi-hats.
Matter of fact, when I hit the club tonight I’mma just start making shit up when I holla at these girls. If it works for the fat man, then it’ll work for me too. The power of positively deluded thinking.
Pork on the fork… Christ…
*Shakes my damn head*