It's May 14, 2024, 06:57:58 PM
I'm not gonna lie... "Anna Ayala" is very dope. You should make more songs with that kind of vibe.
...currently bumpin track #3. L.A.M.B... shit is bangin! yo homie, can you link me to where you posted the description of the meaning of the name L.A.M.B. You were explaining something about people being sheep and followers of whatever shit is shoveled down their throat, but how L.A.M.B. peeped game and they are wise to that.
Quote from: Infinite- African West Coastin' 2010 on August 17, 2011, 11:14:51 AM...currently bumpin track #3. L.A.M.B... shit is bangin! yo homie, can you link me to where you posted the description of the meaning of the name L.A.M.B. You were explaining something about people being sheep and followers of whatever shit is shoveled down their throat, but how L.A.M.B. peeped game and they are wise to that.we represent the west i explained it vaguely in the comment section here:pretty much, a lamb is a baby sheep, so it's still in its purest form...the spirit of the lamb is free and not yet corrupted by the ways of the shepherd (society). once the lamb grows into a sheep, it'll start following the herd. so real mufuckaz keep it LAMB.
REVIEWL.A.M.B. - "The L.A.M.B EP" 2011 For many of us, there are memories unique to our childhood that that involved getting together and making pretend worlds with friends. Pirates, Ninja Turtles, Cowboys, Cops, etc...Our sheltered young minds were content with spending entire long summer days dreaming up alternate realities where we were larger than life. Those memories shaped who we were, molded our imaginations, and gave us hopes and dreams before the weight of reality got to us in our adolescence and young adulthood. Fortunately for a few kids from Southern California's sunny, suburban San Fernando Valley, that waking up never occurred. The LAMB crew, which stands for LA's Most Blunted, is a small clique of white and middle eastern potheads who have either refused, or were never required to grow up. They are still in perpetual play time. However, instead of rallying in the tree house, spying on neighbor girls, the LAMB crew is mostly found huddled around a cheap recording set up in leader Elior Maimon's father's house, laying down rap lyrics. Their lyrical content is a throw back to when you as a child thought yourself invincible, and worth much more than what you actually contributed to the world. No more are their fantasies about pirates and monsters though, rather an amalgamation of gangsta rap imagery they picked up throughout the years watching BET for hours while their parents were elsewhere. Lo-fi, bastardized versions of G-funk instrumentals provide the sonic backdrop, while imagined tales of Death Row Records-era ghetto lifestyles are laid down on what is quite possibly a cheap webcam microphone. The finished product is like a window back in time to you and your friends doodling rocket ships and telling stories, only this time around the stories are not of alien space travel, but a lifestyle alien to yours and recorded in the form of hip hop, not crayon drawings.So, it this an EP, or a mixtape? We're not sure. We are sure of this: All cultural misappropriation, lack of credibility, and painfully obvious self loathing aside, "The L.A.M.B. EP" is an endearing take on the fantasies of young boys, warped in to those of ignorant man-children. A fun experience overall, just don't let these boys out of the valley to go try and shop this record at any South Central flea markets, for then the magic will end when they realize they are in for a big surprise.