Live and direct from the Badlands of Philadelphia, a new breed of rapper broadcasts his vision from the mandible through a condenser, which is then amplified through copper wire and steel contacts. Projectiles are ejected from the larynx as a verbal onslaught is released upon the former murder capital of the United States. Opponents are destroyed. The body count amasses as this emcee unleashes a surplus of similes, metaphors and punch lines. The suspect: Murda Mics. The evidence: his latest mixtape Lyrical Lake. Lyrical Lake pits Mics against 17 tracks consisting of industry and original compositions. His mission: Kill them all and let God sort em out.
Sanah Lathan once asked what many believe to be the most inspiring question for Hip-Hop head across the globe; “When did you fall in love with Hip-Hop?” Most answers are nostalgic in nature as people recall their most memorable moments of one of the world’s most beloved genres. Murda Mics takes this action one step further as he transforms into the art form that many have fallen in love with on “Hip-Hop”. With respect to the emcees that have personified Hip-Hop (see Common’s “I Used to Love H.E.R.), Mics puts his own spin on such an incarnation and becomes the voice of the world’s 8th wonder. The driving percussion provides the backbone as the track is sprinkled with light synths that coincide with Mics’ solid delivery. The track’s refrain has Mics reciting different lines from some of Hip-Hop’s most renowned figures, The Notorious B.I.G., Big Pun, Nas and Tupac.
The Phila-Rican strikes again on the Ema One Dunn produced “No Choice” which features fellow emcee Saga. The eerie piano and reverb of the drums marry well and give the emcees the weapons to commit rhythmical homicide on this uncanny track. Murda Mics and Saga exchange verbal bullets as they each explain their reality and how their circumstances leave them with no alternative to living by the gun. One must truly understand that the reality of these emcees is the reality of millions of inner city occupants across the globe. Each bar of this track is synonymous to hot lead being discharged from the barrel of a machine gun.
Murda Mics lives up to his name as he destroys Jay-Z’s “Black Republicans “ with his own rendition of the track on his “Déjà Vu” freestyle. Mics picks up where Jay left off and completely obliterates the track. It’s almost as if the track were originally designed for Mics as he spits: “Concrete separates our soul from the dark heat/Sleep warm when your physical form is dug deep/Second life come back as a genius/If you felt you went through this before you already seen this/Déjà Vu fighting the same old demons.” That’s just a taste of the lyrical potency that this track possesses. Although the song is only a 55 second skit, the trajectory of the slug travels high and hits its intended target at point blank range.
As with anything good, there is always a contrasting bad side. Lyrical Lake lacks the consistent production to compliment the vigor and force of Murda Mics rhymes. If Mics were given a constant flow of reliable beats he’d be one step closer to having the total package. It’s obvious that he’s a beast on the mic, but he should have music that cements that fact.
Lyrical Lake gives the listener a bird’s eye view of what happens inside of the yellow police tape. Paramedics rush to the scene providing ample fluid to instrumentals and opposing emcees. White sheets, shell casings and chalk silhouettes are present each time that Murda Mics engages the ON switch on a microphone. Police prepare their dragnet schemes to catch the perpetrator of the Badland’s highest capital crime; murder.