New 3 For 10 for a summer season where it’s consistently been Do The Right Thing hot out. If we learned one thing from Do The Right Thing, it’s that you can incorporate ice cubes into your bedroom experiences. If we learned two things from Do The Right Thing, it’s that you can use ice cubes in foreplay, and heat makes people wild aggressive and hate filled. For those moments when you need to throw a garbage can through a window we got some Sasha Go Hard. When you want to sit around in a haze and talk about that time you saw a dude get taken apart with a Mac 10 (this happens in Predator, a different movie about heat induced aggression) we got some joints from Donzelly. If you wanna just ride out, smoke some weed and occasionally lose your shit (shout to ATL, a movie that takes place in hot-as-fuck Atlanta) we got some Key! to provide you with motivation. On the real though, just spend your time rubbing ice cubes on titties or getting ice rubbed on your titties. Shoutout to Rosie Perez’s titty double in Do The Right Thing.

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Sasha Go Hard – Do You Know Who I Am (2012) // Grade: B-

“Do You Know Who I Am” comes through with a bunch of songs that are perfect for all the chicks in the world that have searched ebay for holsters that match their clutch purses. That’s probably not a huge demographic, but when those chicks find this tape they’re gonna bang the fuck out of it. This is drill—Chicago’s answer to Atlanta’s trap music—so the music is slow, heavy and generally evil sounding. There’s a lot of songs about Sasha beating the hell out of bitches, getting high, shitting on her competition and beating the hell out of bitches. Joints like “Badd Ass”, “Real Bitch”, and “Why They Madd” have Sasha darting across tracks that could’ve easily gone to Chief Keef or Waka Flocka circa three years ago.

When Sasha raps hard about doing hoodrat shit with her friends, the tape hits on all cylinders. Unfortunately, there’s a couple of songs (“Thoughts About Leaving” and “Tell Me”) that get into slowed down melodic territory, which drains the tape of its energy toward the end, but for a 15 song mixtape to only have two duds is a modern day miracle. Tucked all the way at the end is “Im Hotta” featuring Katie Got Bandz and Chella H—the other hard hitting ladies of Chicago—which could easily become a hit for drunk broads looking to brawl while in heels and miniskirts. If you’re the type that believes in the rap Illuminati—and who doesn’t—it’s easy to see this song was scientifically created to provide WorldStarHipHop with 3 am Waffle House fight footage where wigs get snatched and titties briefly fly out. Shadow conspiracies aren’t always a bad thing.

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Donzelly – Nine Five (2012) // Grade: B+

Donzelly is a younger cat out of LA, that’s obsessed with Kill Bill, In-N-Out Burger, hanging out with his friends, half nekkid chicks with big ole asses and titites, and rapping. This, in itself, is unremarkable. I’m pretty sure that describes most dudes in California, America and the known universe. What is remarkable, is Donzelly’s new mixtape Nine Five, which takes early 90s West Coast gangster rap and filters it through the atmospherics of early 90s Memphis rap. Songs like “Don’t Do It” and “Banks” are reminiscent of some of Spaceghostpurrp’s weirder and moodier tracks (think “Don’t Get Your Head Bust”) that you could still ride to.

Where a dude like SGP tends to lower his vocals into the beat making a dense fog of whispers and chants, Donzelly raps in a higher pitched attack of syllables that breaks through the smoky beats like a laser sight mounted on a SWAT members automatic assault rifle. His phrasing is somewhere along the family tree of dudes like Bone Thugs, Eminem’s more energetic shit, Schoolboy Q and B-Real, which allows Donzelly to alternate between darting around the beat and just riding it out. On other tracks like “Regrets” and “Defeated” Donzelly unravels tales of gangster shit over tracks that perfectly evoke old west coast slap—so much so, if you weren’t paying attention you might think you were listening to some lost tape from an unknown NWA or Cypress Hills affiliate. That sucks if you thought you had a new card to pull form your old rap nerd hat “oh you never heard this tape, breh? Shits from 92, shit slaps hard”, but it’s awesome if you’re excited to hear what Donzelly can come up with in the future.

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Key! – Mothers Are The Blame (2012) // Grade: B

In 90s era WWF I fucked with Bret “The Hitman” Hart pretty hard. Dude wasn’t one of the super strong ‘roided out freaks like The Ultimate Warrior (wrestling game Waka Flocka), that would just throw motherfuckers around and scream, but he also wasn’t one of the high flying “off the top turnbuckle” cats like Sean Michaels (wrestling game Jay Electronica) in the Rockers. “The Hitman” instead was a dude who was nice with old school wrestling moves while being creative enough to throw in some random ass technical shit like a hurricanranna every once and a while. They called dude the “excellence of execution” because he was extra nice with the moves he pulled off—plus he had ill shades.

Key is on some Bret Hart shit right now, crafting a lane that’s got a lil bit of trunk rattling hood jams and some blazed out melodic shit, but all executed with on point rapping. If you wanna drive around and feel menacing Key’s got you covered with joints like “S2H”, “Hot Girls and Drugs” and “The Life/Easter Pink” that bring back the outer space crunk feel Big Boi occasionally travels in. For the times when chilling out and laying back is appropriate, Key’s got joints like “Live Slow, Die Old”, “Where the Party” and “Powdered Donuts” that float by hazily like old Wiz Khalifa—before he looked like the bass player in an all lesbian, late-era Motley Crue cover band. The only downside to Mothers Are The Blame is the sequencing which includes two skits, an interlude and intro in the first seven songs. I’m all about creating mixtapes that play like albums, but dudes need to put more of the hard shit upfront. No pope. That aside Key’s got a ton of joint’s that could be potential summer anthems for you and your friends’ asshole antics.

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- raythedestroyer