An album called Mac T-Dog – Blast On Sight has that dark gangsta rap sound with an eerie twist and formulation. You’ll love that Memphis Sound, mane. Now this album does not revolve around the Satanic old Triple Six Mafia sound as Tommy Wright III and his Street Smart crew weren’t trying to bite off the Triple Six style. Tommy Wright III is on some of these tracks to his album also.
Mac T-Dog actually sounds a lot like Tommy Wright III and Lo-Key. Many people thought Mac T-Dog was Tommy Wright III because they collaborated on a lot of songs together. They always sounded similar. Tommy Wright III’s voice was slightly deeper. Mac T-Dog’s voice used to crack a lot. Many people thought Mac T-Dog was Tommy Wright III but that is not the case. Mac T-Dog is an entirely different person. Mac T-Dog is not Tommy Wright III.
Mac T-Dog – Blast On Sight is one of the many sought after Memphis rap tapes and albums many people want but don’t have. That is because Mac T-Dog – Blast On Sight is one of the Street Smart Records releases that were stolen when several masters to the Street Smart Records albums/releases got stolen in a home invasion back in 2001. Mac T-Dog – Blast On Sight was supposed to be released on cassette & CD in 2002. Today Mac T-Dog – Blast On Sight is considered to be a lost album as not that many copies were pressed up. Copies of this album only exist on cassette. Not many copies of this album are left or are still in existence. It’s really depressing to know that we’ll probably never get to hear any of them.
Also Mac T-Dog got incarcerated shortly afterwards and spent several years in prison. His incarceration prevented him from working on his album. He had been working that album since 1997. Most of the songs were recorded in 1998.
Some of you might remember that the upcoming album Mac T-Dog – Blast On Sight just had his face, name, and album title on it. The cover was designed by Street Level Graphics in 1998. This album cover was advertised in several Street Smart Records albums and releases throughout the late 90s and early 00s.
Drive-by is one of the most gruesome and violent tracks on the album which is just as explicit as the other songs are. The song revolves around the subject of driveby shooting. Mac T-Dog and Tommy Wright III go out and do a driveby on this song. This is a type of song for a driveby.
Here’s goes the glock. Watch as Mac T-Dog chops your head off. He kills ’em all like in a horror flick Mac T-Dog and Tommy. They’re makin’ gangster stains. Mac T-Dog and Tommy take a hook up on Lakers Street. They start the crap game and fuck with chump change. Can’t you tell who fucks with them? He stomped that trick in her eye. He jets out of the scene. He also shot that fool in the eye because he did a drive-by.
Mac T-Dog is headed to the scene as he runs up in the path way. He cocks his nine millimeter glock (.9 mm). He hits them off at the alleyway. Tommy Wright III pops the clip into the chrome plated .44 he has. As you know, he keeps some extra bullets with him. Because you know they finna get them.
Both them are ridin’ in the car paranoid and locked out. A .30-30 is in his hand to run up in a trick house as he is planning to do a driveby. Slowly by surely to get you, trick, and send you to yo’ funeral.
He keeps his hoopty on because he finna do a drive-by. Sippin’ on the brew as he tampers with his .44 glock.
Mac T-Dog is constantly peeling caps back. He lets his road dog Tommy Wright III spray these tricks like Cracker Jacks. Somebody finna die. He finna do a drive-by.
[Verse 3: Mac T Dog]
Headed to the scene
As I run up in the path way
Cock my nine Glock
Hit ’em off
At the ally way
Tommy pop the clip into the chrome plated .44
Keep some extra bullets
‘Cause you know we finna get ´em though
Ridin’ in the car, flat
Paranoid locked out
.30-30 in my hand to run up in a trick house
Keep my hoopty on
‘Cause I finna do a drive-by
Stain got the stain
Like I [?]
Sippin’ on my brew
As I tamper with my .44
Slowly by surely to get you trick
And send you to yo’ funeral
Bullets to your dome
‘Cause I’m constantly peelin´ caps back
Leave my roadie Tommy
Finna spray these tricks like Cracker Jacks
Rollin’ in my hoopty
Somebody finna die
See a tricka get the [?]
I’m finna do a drive-by
Still Pimpin’ is one of the songs that features the legendary Princess Loko and Mac T Dog. Still Pimpin’ is a pimping and pandering type of track. Princess Loko and Mac T Dog rap a majority of the song. His flow is always on point.
Princess Loko is pimping till the end. Making that green. Its just a game to get sum up for a pocket full of cheese. Coming on the scene with the Tommy Hilfiger. Bitch please, motherfuckers ain’t stopping her. Now Loko never goes for the niggas on her dick. Niggas get broke for the end trying to pimp her out of cash or weed. She be playing all these boys like toys.
Notice on Verse 2 how Mac T Dog’s verses are much shorter than Princess Loko’s verses. His verses are the shortest verses on this song. Read and analyze the lyrics below to get a better understanding.
[Verse 2: Mac T Dog]
Bitches got to recognize the game I spit, I’m Mac T Dog
Make a hoe any minute trick, next that hoe coming out them draws
Hotel bound, we get silly bitches up on the [?]
Then I call my nigga Lil Mike, with the clique gone pay the court
Got that hoe in the back with my niggas in the front
If the bitch get out of line, I locking this slut in the trucks
V.H.S. camera on my motherfucking shoulder pads
Taping this stupid ass bitch at the hotel while she blowing up Tommy’s ass
Lil Mike flat out dicking that bitch got that hoe backbone broke
Plus my nigga ave shovin dick all down the bitch them throat
Now ya know the 4 corner clique trick so motherfuckin wild
Put that fuckin bitch in the house while we still pimpin hoes in style
Now compare Mac T Dog’s verse to Princess Loko’s verse on Verse 3.
[Verse 3: Princess Loko]
Let me teach a lesson to you stupid hoes in Memphis Ten
Get your paper, boots, utensil, don’t forget your fucking pen
First of all I’m sick of you bitches
Saying your man do this and that
Lyin’ just trying to keep your friends when you know all they do is hit that cat
Wearin’ your mother’s ring claiming this what lil Tommy bought
Knowing if he ever heard you lie like that he smack you in your fucking jaw
Hickeys on your neck but then you say you got some more that’s bigger
Yeah I bet they is between your legs from fifty other niggas
Freaky-deeky bitches fucking on niggas that they barely know
Then they want to get mad when niggas call they slutty and some hoes
You might say you run a busta but you know he’s pimpin’ you
Bitches got you fucked up in the mind and in the pussy too
Trying to be a player but you can’t cause you a freaky bitch
The only playin you doing is with your hair, you hoes can’t be too slick
Let these niggas have they way because he said he love you bad
Yeah he show you love with your pussy and your cash
Bitches just don’t know about the game, the niggas popping hoes
But Loko gonna stay hip
Cause I never buy no niggas no clothes
Niggas try to run their sad ass shit expecting me to go along
I don’t trust these cowards so I tell them to take they ass home
Do I look just like your mammy
I hope it’s me you tryna gank
Bitch, you better run you’re ass back to the bank
Cash a fucking check or something
And fall up out my fucking face
Taking me for a dumb hoe
I think you got your fucking bitches misplaced
Love ain’t shit but a nothing false mistake for a long relationship
Fuck that lovey, dovey player cause I’m a motherfucking pimp
Loko just ain’t fucked up about no nigga trying to fuck me over
Boy you better it combated, trick my meal in ninety-four
Chrome Thang Ta Ya Face is another song of his which is collectively known as Chrome Thang. Chrome Thang without a doubt is one of the tougher songs on the album. That Michael Jackson sample is tough.
I rate this album 4/5****!