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Review: Shyheim – The Lost Generation

Shyheim – The Lost Generation showcased a more mature street savvy side of rugged child Shyheim especially with songs such as Shit Iz Real and Dear God. He kept that Staten Island Wu flavor on the song Shaolin Style. His rhymes were sicker than them kids in Somalia. The album had those booming boom bap beats and jazzy jazz samples over hardcore street savvy lyrics written from a child’s perspective. His lyrics were explicit, direct like a tech, and shocking. Gangsta rap meets East Coast hip hop on this album. Hip hop heads and fans should definitely have this album in their collection. Brehsive is one word to describe the album.

Dear God showcased a more mature street savvy side of rugged child Shyheim. Shyheim was asking God to save him from this crazy world. He asks for redemption and forgiveness during the song.

Shyheim is buggin’ out in this world that God made. A world where homicide, rapes and robberies occur. He is the prime suspect in the projects. When crime goes down in his neighborhood, Shyheim is a target for harassment from law enforcement. That is why they go look for him. He’s got this fucked up rep that keeps him behind a step. People can’t look past his appearance. So people use his appearance to judge him. That is why Shyheim is judged based off his appearance.

He’s got problems that only death could solve. He is high school drop out. His GED won’t get him a job or any gainful employment with livable wages. Gyros and pizza be his lunch and dinner. That’s not a surprise since he is always broke. His mother is a drug addict/user and did not try provide a better life for her children. The only thing that keeps him striving is rhyming. Life is full of stress and in the projects you won’t progress. Life is what you make it. You can’t escape it.

Shyheim is in another world lookin from the outside in. A corrupt planet operating strictly off sin. Every day lived is a step towards death. It’s not until you’re dead that your body’s at rest. A funeral should be a celebration with everyone embracing. The pain is eternal. It’s the harsh reality you’re forced to deal with. No one’s promised tomorrow.

Things Happen explained how Shyheim got involved with selling drugs. He got involved with selling drugs by getting started off light knocking off packs for this kid named Pat. It didn’t take long for his clientele to swell. Now Shyheim makes profit on every flip. He is the big man now. Snitches started to tell law enforcement about the drug trade and broke niggas was sent to jail because they couldn’t out hustle Shyheim. So they tried to overthrow him with muscle. Things happen. So keep your eyes open. Sheisty ones be scoping. That’s why guns be toting.

I got involved with selling drugs by getting started off light knocking off packs for this kid named Pat. He told Shyheim to take 30 and bring him the rest back. It didn’t take long for his clientele to swell. Snitches started to tell law enforcement about the drug trade and broke niggas was sent to jail because they couldn’t out hustle Shyheim. So they tried to overthrow him with muscle. But he ain’t a pussy. It took half a year to get a half a brick.

Now Shyheim makes profit on every flip. No more hand-to-hand transactions. He is the big man now. He pushes a black Land Cruiser and pack a chrome trey-pound now. Shyheim smells all the animosity in the air. Pat is spreading rumors that he is gonna be takin Shyheim out. What the fuck is the blood clot thinking?

Shyheim’s plan’s to roll up in an old black Lincoln to leave him dead and stinking.He seen him on the curb smokin herb. Shyheim made the Continental swerve. He hopped out and started letting off shots. And didn’t stop until he seen his body drop. That made it a drug-related homicide. Things happen. So keep your eyes open. Sheisty ones be scoping. That’s why guns be toting. Shyheim brings the pain in many different methods.

Can You Feel It has that Wu flavor over boom bap beats and turntablism. This is one of his lesser known songs that is not as appreciated. The Rugged Child breaks it down on this song in a rugged, raw, and rough manner.

Shyheim was saying the most quotable lyrics in Can You Feel It. Not to mention the one-liners. One has to wonder if Ghostface Killah had a hand in ghostwriting some of the lyrics for Shyheim given his age at the time.

I be notorious like that nigga Big Smalls
Plus I keep it raw live illegal like Jamal
If ya act up you get shot up

I’m a juvenile deliquent, I keeps a cocked biscuit
Moet and Alize be gettin a nigga lifted
And when I’m high my mouth is dry

Recognize or get paralyzed
I drop jewels like a nervous appraiser

Can’t forget these one-liners.

Plus my rhymes is sicker than them kids in Somalia
Similar to the lethal injection and your style is seconds
I drop jewels like a nervous appraiser
I bring the pain in many different methods
Plus I keep it raw live illegal like Jamal
Recognize or get paralyzed
Buckwild juvenile (Rugged Child break it down)
I be notorious like that nigga Big Smalls

Shit Iz Real explained the raw grim realities of poverty and street life. His rhymes were sicker than them kids in Somalia. It be real when Shyheim packs a steel. It’s a straight up fact. The first chump that jumps is the first chump that dies. Shyheim is ruthless. He’ll pistol whip a nigga toothless. Pointing a pistol to your peekhole, pussy. You gotta pay the fucking dues. He ain’t the one to play. He is dressed in black like Streets of Harlem and get aways just like an Unsolved Mystery. Blaow, a single shot straight to the headpiece. You don’t believe me G, Check his pedigree. And you can feel how he deals with the motherfucking steel. Ain’t no game, boy. It’s real.

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

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