DJ Whoo Kid & Lloyd Banks – Halloween Havoc

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Ya’ll hear that shit? That’s Whoo Kid shaking the dust off that finger he uses to push the buttons on the G Unit mixtapes, because some of those muthafuckas been suspect lately. I know the boo birds are waiting to jump on your boy and mention “Return of The PLK”, but I don’t give a fuck, that Yayo shit was wipe your ass material. That “Pow Radio” series is the type that started out as something you had to cop, to a series that mixtape spots are debuting in the 4th fucking row! I know all record sales are down, but the G Unit machine isn’t the same animal it was a few years ago and although muthafuckas may be rich beyond belief, the music is what moves me and “Halloween Havoc” got me open.

You still have Whoo Kid running his snack box throughout the release, but from the opening bell, Banks comes out fighting like an old prize fighter that’s trying to prove that he got his #1 ranking from merit, and not his association with the first family from the Southside of Queens. I love when mixtapes draw from history in order to create new hits. “Party N Bullshit” takes me right back to the soundtrack of “Who’s The Man?” and although Biggie can never be forgotten, Lloyd controls the track like it was made for him. I didn’t care that Whoo Kid took it back like a faux Funk Master Flex. That only extended the smoke session we were having while this shit was playing. Banks is far from Memphis Bleek, so did we really need to hear “Get Up” on a Banks solo mixtape? “Eat, sleep, shit, walk, I’m talking ’bout Southside”, keeps “Need To Be 1” consistent with the lyrical sparring we’ve come to expect from Lloyd Banks, but jacking one of Wayne’s syrupy sweet beats takes track 4 in a different direction.

“Havoc” is tight from “Intro” to closing, but mixtapes excel just as albums do when an artist departs from everything they know, yet maintain their integrity. “The First Me” has that Hip Hop/Jazz feel. It’s the kind of music that you would expect to hear from Kanye, or Common, but it’s the lyrics that hold the attention of those who only listen to bullets, gun smoke, ho smackin’ and foreign car worshiping. With that switch being pulled, it seemed so easy for Banks to switch back to the status quo with joints like “Dream On”, but that’s what makes this shit “clap a n*gga” music. If you don’t have a copy, jack one, cause this is official.