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Review: Twisted Black – Late Bloomer

Twisted Black – Late Bloomer is one of the best Fort Worth rap albums of 2003. This was the soundtrack of Twisted Black’s life at one time. The soundtrack of a hustler’s life. These songs are Twisted Black’s autobiographical tales filled with distinctive poetry. Twisted Black – Late Bloomer has reportedly sold 15,000 copies in 2003. Now Twisted Black is one of the best rappers from Fort Worth, Texas that is under appreciated.

Late Bloomer (Intro) marked the return of Twisted Black after a 3 year bid in the penitentiary for assaulting a police officer and receiving stolen property.

Twisted Black just stepped out of the penitentiary door. He’s standing at the scrap line and is ready for war. He wastes no more for the South to even the score. This time he brought a couple cats with him that are more rough than before. Oh Allah, rain down the powers above so lyrically he can devour all these cowards and scrubs that were standing in his way to get the blessings he deserved. His testimony is the truth of these lessons he reserved.

Some niggas badmouthed his name when he was gone and serving time in the penitentiary. But they didn’t hear Twisted Black flow. Niggas throwin’ commissary at him off 3Row. Not a rep went by. There’s about to be a lot of pain and misery because Twisted Black is checkin’ in this game and bringing a lot of chaos to this game of sin.

Coldest Summer Ever is another gangsta tale from the rapper deemed to be the coldest storyteller ever which is Twisted Black. And this is why. Check this out. The song deals with betrayal which is why there is an element of betrayal. Twisted Black explains how betrayal can ruin lives and friendships. This story explains how Pretty Boy Zack (Pretty Boy) betrayed his friendship with Heavy over information that Tisha Summers leaked out.

His partner Heavy is gang related scoring 4 and 5 raw bricks. Last week he brought 6 raw bricks from Pretty Boy. Pretty Boy got good hair with light skin. Puerto Ricans love this boy because he fits right in with them. He keeps that money right for now but Pretty Boy got dirty fix galore. They blessed the cat with thirty bricks or more. He’s just waitin’ for the right time to plight his crime and he’s going to get them Ricans for a righteous dime.

Heavy has got his gangsta chick Tisha (Tisha Summers). She cooks a meal like ya mama but is inclined to keep a player rich. She’s down to bake a sweet potato pie then make a dope deal with ya. Her and Heavy make the team. Her and Heavy wears a ring. But her and Heavy each do their own thing. Heavy

Heavy and Pretty’s kinda cool. So when Heavy would score his work, Pretty Boy would usually push him 2 or 3. Basically whatever Heavy needs. But if Heavy had Pretty’s hookup then the streets would bleed. And Heavy knew that. That’s where the betrayal grew at and from. If it were not for betrayal, they both could’ve flourished and been a hell of a duet. But then the seasons had to change, the reasons all for change. It was the coldest summer ever and that was strange.

The coldest summer that Twisted Black ever seen and known. The coldest summer there’s ever been. The coldest winds that have ever blown.

Now Pretty Boy done knocked the Mercedes Benz. He already had him a 5. He knocked the 6. So he’s flippin’ twins. And Heavy’s watching with the big eye. He’s saying, “This nigga don’t deserve all he got and if I just had his hookup then, things would look up I could scratch a meal and have my whole city shook up.”

But get this. Pretty Boy’s weak behind women. So while he’s trickin’ and showing his teeth, Heavy’s sitting with his mind swimming. Heavy knows that Pretty wants to rob these Puerto Ricans. So he updates the game to that broad Tisha to get this nigga leaking information about the rip-off scam.
He figured that he can win a plug in exchange for a tip-off. Pretty fell for the bait. Tisha eased up on this nigga with the grace of a snake and got him drunk by talking shit with her at the club. It’s safe to say she’s got this cat hooked. He took her home and feed him good dinner.

But something’s wrong with this picture. Pretty’s mind steady blinkin’ and he can’t make his mind remember. All he knows is baby got a mouth piece cold as December. And by the time she rode his piece again. He was putting in his mix. Tish would leave with meters.

Now Pretty Boy’s ready for this heist. He’s tryin’ desperately to reach the Puerto Ricans. He done paged them thrice. And by the time he got them on the phone. He told them, “Triple up my order, gimme one day, and I got it gone.” But his plan was to skip town. Him and Tish are going one way to Ohio to be Cleveland Browns.

But Tish’ told Heavy and Heavy told the Puerto Ricans. And all the trust is out the window because everybody is leaking information. The Puerto Ricans called up Pretty and said, “Meet up at that restaurant. We got your order ready. Heavy, meet us at that spot too. ‘Cause if this nigga don’t got no bags packed, well then we got you with ninety birds in the trunk of a Escalade.”

They are feeling hurt because this here is quite a test of faith because Pretty Boy’s like a brother to them. But if this nigga’s got his luggage in his trunk, well then they gots to do them.

It’s 9 PM. They are at the Spaghetti Warehouse parking lot somewhere on the Southwest Side of Fort Wort, Texas. Pretty doesn’t see them next to Heavy and his Chevy Suburban. Well at least he thinks it’s Heavy in his Chevy but he’s not for certain.

Every man sprang loose from their vehicles. And things started in slow motion like when weed hits you. And neither man had their pistol drawn. But then shots rang out from somewhere and everybody knew. That foul play had made its way to the playground. The Puerto Ricans were speaking Spanish yelling “Stay down!”. But the sniper had them on the scope.

Pretty Boy and each Puerto Rican took a bullet to their throat. And Heavy took a bullet to his brain. That’s 4 dope dealers on the parking lot laying slain. And out the bushes came Tisha Summers with a 30-Aught 6 she won for 90 bricks.

Block Bleeding was the song that was featured on the Home Invaders soundtrack for the movie Home Invaders. The song featured Malice & Pusha-T of Clipse. Only this version is a remix. Block bleedin’, we hustle for skrilla because we need it.

Malice done put time in. And though it ain’t crack no more, he is still grindin’. He spent twenty on that wrist watch. He has no time for them chicken and tricks. You’ll never catch him trickin’ on chicks. If he falls off, it’s back to thе kitchen fixin’ that mix. Malice is Malicious. He is known to get that money and run. Romance is out the question because there is not a chance of him being caught up in a romance.

Block bleedin’, we hustle for skrilla because we need it. Sometimes we do it because we greedy.
Ghetto gladiators are bangin’ hard in street arenas. Twisted Black is the Black Russell Crowe who is movin’ snow from Fort Worth, Texas to Catalina (Spain).

Twisted Black is representing for them gutter folks where life is hard. Where they sell sacks and fight in the yard. Twisted Black is so iced up they call him Mr. Freeze.

He is on the quest plus he is hungry. He’s gang-stricken. When he spits, it’s like a venomous snake. Niggas’ll break and grab they broads. Twisted Black will have her selling her tail because he has game for days. Small frame with this tall game all in your range. Funkytown, Texas. Niggas go for their connection. You know where you grindin’.

True Hustla is explains Twisted Black’s life of a true hustler and sticks to the code of the streets. This for all the hustlers (hustlas) out there grinding in the trenches. Y’all ready? The idea and concept for the original True Hustla came from Pure Gangsta which was a song on his 2002 mixtape called Da Official Mixtape.

Twisted Black sideways up the highway in a 1972 Cutlass Oldsmobile. Had Ace Ducey bumpin’ his Boosie. He knows he’s small but he is a lighter heavyweighter. That scar up on his cheekbone is something you can’t speak on. That scar up on his cheekbone is a 12 gauge wound. That is a reference to the time when someone tried to assassinate Twisted Black. Twisted Black was shot in the face and lost half of his jaw in an assassination attempt on the date of May 12, 1991. A reference to the One Gud Cide – Look What The Streets Made album cover.

Gangsta to his bone marrow. Twisted Black walks the streets but he keeps shifting like he’s Elvis. He has 62 grams left. He can’t leave until he sells this. He knows if he stay down on his hustle, a blessing’s gonna come to a hustla.

This Southern nigga’s tactful. This boy is reckless. Keke said it best. Twisted Black is representin’ Texas. The home of the plexes. They said they diss the South but these suckers here don’t want this. Most of y’all pretend when Lord knows that Twisted Black is a gangsta to his heart. He doesn’t even have to play the part.

Now Twisted Black is 145 pounds of gorilla. Twisted Black ain’t buckin’. But Twisted Black has got no sense. All he has got is hard knocks and made dough from hard rocks. Airborne similar to smallpox.

Every day when he awakens, another breath is taken. He says a gangsta prayer because he haven’t been forsaken. Thank the Lord for makin’ Twisted Black a stiff nigga and a tough around the chin nigga. The kind that don’t bend nigga. He’s been in trouble all his days and twice to the pen. They say Twisted Black has got the big head. He’s been out for a decade trying to earn stripes.

Real niggas’ll bang this and thugs bitches’ll bump this. Fake niggas are gonna hate this because it’s something they can’t funk with. If you’re lookin’ for a gangsta for guidance then let him lead ya. Most of y’all pretend when Lord knows that Twisted Black is a hustla to his heart. He ain’t even got to play the part because he is a hustla.

Hustla’s Prayer is a song for all the hustlas out there doing their thing. But right now Twisted Black is praying for you through a hustla’s prayer. Twisted Black was on lock down in the penitentiary.

Twisted Black does not want to stop selling drugs. He knows and is fully aware of federal agents (feds) that are watching him and surveillancing his every move. He doesn’t give a damn what they say. He loves hustlin’. Ask anybody in his city of Fort Worth, Texas and they are going to tell you that TwistedBlack moves dope (drugs). Now he has found new hope through prayer and supplication.

Most of his partners never knew that/or about how he blew dope. It was his little secret but now you know because loose lips sink ships. Twisted Black is addicted to hustlin’ because his father taught him how to hustle. Those cops were too slow and never caught Twisted Black. (At least most of the time.)

Blame L.A. Rhyme because he fronted work and brought Twisted Black in. L.A. Rhyme gave Twisted Black game raw saying, “Black, you gots to buy dope. ‘Cause if I front it to you, technically, that’s my dope. Gone and kill yourself if you was ever thinkin’ try dope. Hope you give that life sentence back, yeah, that’s what I hope”

Forgive Twisted Black for his sins because it’s evident that he suffers greed. His good side and bad side keep on tusslin’. Before he ever lays it down, he keeps on hustlin’.

Twisted Black wishes that life was different for him but it’s not and so I gots to hold on. A brother gets addicted to it after so long. His cousin, Renée be like “Sellin’ drugs are so wrong.” Tell that to his Mercedes Benz and 20’s that he rolls in. He doesn’t sell dope now but then again he still shoots dice. Takes a hot merchandise and flip it at a new price. Take a white broad or two up on his team that boost ice so he can pamper his three children and that little cute wife. He ain’t different from you. It’s just he’s livin’ off the land.

He always scratch a lick every time that he can. Twisted Black does what he does to feed his family. He ain’t braggin’ as he has been deemed to be this breadwinner. The kids don’t know that it’s been blood on top of their dinner.

Just look at his partners that’s stuck in the game and can’t leave it. The young ones caught on the block and they can’t bleed it. The ones that done caught ’em a case and they can’t beat it. The warning signs right in their face and they can’t heed it. The kids don’t know that it’s been blood on top of their dinner. And all them partners out there who commence to bleed the block.

I Ain’t Sorry is about how Twisted Black is not sorry for the things he did. He has no regrets. It’s a no apologies type of song.

Twisted Black ain’t sorry for the things he did. If he was then I wouldn’t admit them all because this the life that he chose to live by getting mixed up in this gangsta shit. And if he had a choice, he’d probably just ask the Lord to forgive him for his sins. But Twisted Black is a fool and playboy. So there ain’t no use because he would probably just do them again.

You know there’s a difference when you when you say you sorry and then from when you really repent from something. But in Twisted Black’s case, he is not sorry. You know what I’m sayin’?

How can something made in your image become so wrong? How come everything that he touches starts to wither? Why is it when he delives only the real niggas shiver? I guess it’s just the ice in his veins that makes them quiver. Or maybe they relate to his pain is what he figures.

He is a gorilla trapped in the frame of a small nigga. So many Hennesseys to his brain destroyed his liver. Spiritually he is not winning. He feels it descending. So he’s hell bound. He’s a dog now soon to become a hellhound. And I know, We all have our choices in life. That’s half the fight because were don’t make the right choices. Because he is a renegade until he dies. Every day he is face-to-face with the fact that he is failing in life.

Maybe just a moment with him could help Twisted Black get right and soften up his heart because right now he is incredibly bitter from being broke. He was born just to buck chest and chase cheddar.

But the streets ain’t no punk, he had to stand his ground. He developed a complex and split wigs to earn his name and respect. He hustled on the south side of Fort Worth, Texas. That’s why he is old school with his. He ain’t just rappin’.

Secrets exposed the secrets that Twisted Black had in his life. The song was about how Twisted Black was snorting cocaine in secret. Although it hurts him, he still has got to set the record straight. He has to keep it secret so can’t nobody peep it. Ain’t nobody knowin’ about this nonsense. The song uses a stripped down soul sample from “45 single.

Although it hurts him, he still has got to set the record straight. He makes his music for them niggas forced to move the weight against the grain. Hustlin’ every day to get the change by selling product. The ones that feel like getting a job or seeking employment is really out their range. They’ve been in the game so long until they caught up.

Don’t like the way it comes but then don’t stop the pockets knot up. The ones that flip and bulldoze with candy on the frame. The people that do not smoke marijuana but snort cocaine undercovеr behind closed doors on the down low. (Don’t smoke no Mary Jane but undercovеr, snortin’ ‘caine.)

Twisted Black knows because he has been that samе road before. Twisted Black came up in the game and got a name from selling snow. He’s flippin’ foreigns and droppin’ screens and naked rough is showin’. But he done blew so much that if it dropped, you couldn’t sweep it. Twisted Black is still player made by rockin’ starch and ironed clothes.

His friends don’t have a clue and can’t imagine what’s it’s come to. Twisted Black has been undercover because he has been snorting snow (cocaine). Blowing to his powder until his nose chaffers. It’s his secret and can’t nobody peep it because habits like this ain’t supposed to be happening to a star. Things like this be happenin’ behind closed doors. He doesn’t know nobody else to run to.

I rate this album 5/5*****!!

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