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  40 GLOCC
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  That New Nigga | 
  Review By: 
  Conan Milne 
    
  
    
  Release Date : May 2007
  Label : Infamous/G-Unit Records
  Rating: 3.5/5
  
   
 
  
   
   
   
    
   
  Dub Quotable: 40 Glocc not only recovers gangsta rap’s edge; he also 
  deftly sharpens it to the point where it’s as dangerous as it’s ever been.
  
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  It’s too easy to jump to the conclusion that gangsta rap lost it’s edge. This 
  is particularly true when today’s ‘G’ MCs are frequently heard spitting lazy 
  verses over similarly lethargic productions. Lacking the raw emotion and 
  ballsy attitude of their forerunners, members of gangsta raps new breed have 
  helped define the genre as passé. Thankfully there’s 40 Glocc. The 
  trigger-happy name alone bodes well, but crucially the music is just as 
  menacing. Back with his latest mixtape, the confrontationally titled That New 
  Nigga, the eager Mobb Deep affiliate demonstrates that he’s just as grimy as 
  his NY peers. 
   
  Never is this better exemplified than on the obvious “Serial Killa.” 
  Surrounded by Mobb’s Prodigy and hit-and-miss gangsta rapper 50 Cent, 40’s 
  threats are the only ones that really ring true. Whereas it’s been tough to 
  accept 50’s gun-toting rhymes since “Candy Shop,” and P delivers one of his 
  frustratingly trademark ‘dozy’ verses, Glocc’s detailed violence shrieks of 
  authenticity. “Walk up to you at your crib and kick in the door/Lay your 
  kids and your bitch both on the floor,” he notes nonchalantly over 
  rattling percussion and that distinctive G-Funk whine. While 40 frequently 
  claims he isn’t above doing his own dirt, he later scoffs and reminds 
  detractors that, “For crumbs off my table the homie will murk you.” 
   
  The downsides are almost inevitable. Bars like, “I make money, get hoes, 
  shoot guns and smoke dro,” aptly summarize the extent of this mixtape’s 
  lyrical content. The fact is that, no matter how enthusiastic 40 may be about 
  his delightfully wicked boasts, some will always find his voyeuristic 
  gangster-isms unappealing. Such listeners will find themselves fleeing this 
  project long before it concludes it’s hour plus running time. Those willing to 
  stick around the sonic crime scene for that long, however, will find this a 
  strictly brooding, and ironically welcome pleasure. 
   
  40 Glocc not only recovers gangsta rap’s edge; he also deftly sharpens it to 
  the point where it’s as dangerous as it’s ever been. For that, weary listeners 
  worldwide should be thankful.
   
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