Steffon – Trippin Wit No Luggage is one of those Ruthless Records albums which went almost unnoticed due to people not giving a fuck about this album. Unsurprisingly the album did not chart and thus fell into oblivion because of this. Many Ruthless fans perceived this album as a corny pop rap album due to his white stripe dyed in the middle of his hair. This is one of those albums that is better than one would believe. Yet this is one of those albums that is hardly ever spoken of.

Steffon’s most distinct attribute is his mellow deep laid back voice. His laid back flow and voice work well with Rhythm D’s production. Rhythm D’s melodic G-Funk production provided a great backdrop for Steffon’s baritone delivery. The drums and bass lines both go hard. Funk meets the urban sounds of hip hop/rap on this album. His album, Trippin’ Wit No Luggage. injected positivity into his rap. Most of the songs were laid back and filled with party-oriented West Coast funk that included Steffon’s humorous side.

Frost Bit is a conscious tale on the album about a black boy named Ronnie who desperately wanted to fit in with the white crowd in his city by going through several attempts of trying to get his “so-called” white friends to notice him. He sells out by trying to be white and act white. Ronnie gets dissed by the white people for trying to act white and gets dissed by the black people for selling out. The song concludes with a sad ending as he ends up committing suicide.

Frost Bit showcased and exposed the strained relationship of racism in the United States of America between white people and black people. This is one of those conscious woke tracks which exposed racism for what it is.

Frost Bit means to be treated cold. Society treated Ronnie cold so he was frost bit. So it’s important to learn your self. It’s not always the thing to be down with somebody else. Learn your self, learn what you are, and who you are. Know thyself.

Now everybody meet Ronnie. Ronnie is a young black suburbanite from the suburbs who was with the whites since he learned to read and write. He’s only 10 and pretends to fit in with the white people because them little white homies got him thinking he’s as white as them.

He has a father who owns stock’s in Xerox. His only problem was that he was an alcoholic who enjoyed the bourbon and peach schnapps too much. His father didn’t heed the early warning that his kids were being frost bit.

Ronnie had a sister who was fat as hell. You couldn’t miss her. She was the only black girl in the school. So everybody used to diss her.

But back to little Ronnie, he made a 100 bucks a week mowing all the neighbors lawns. But guess what he saved that money for? To buy a surfboard to make the white friends jealous. And that’s exactly what he did. Catching waves and surfing was the trends. So he did it for the white kids benefit. And now he’s in some shit because he’s at Venice Beach and can’t surf a damn lick. Ronnie kept falling on that ass. So he took that surf board back. He gave up the surfing but still sports the surfing gear. Everyday and not just a little bit. Because little Ronnie is on his way to being frost bit.

Ronnie is now a little older and wiser. He is now in junior high school. He’s now into Rock ‘n’ Roll. So he buys a synthesizer. He can’t stand rap music and thinks it sounds like Max Headroom. He’s got a gang of heavy metal posters taped up on his bedroom. He’s at the age where his peers think he’s strange because he comes school to in black leathers and chains. Not to mention that he’s black and can’t dance. In the motorcycle boots and parachute pants. But everyday before school he stops by the local Arco to steal a candy bar and buy a fresh pack of Marlboro’s. And he can smoke between class because he’s a rebel. Hanging with some white kids that worship the devil.

Ronnie quit doing sports in one week because his coach when out like a Jimmy the Greek. His coat was thinking just because he’s black probably runs like a god. But Ronnie proved that he was the slowest kid on the squad. Ronnie was the slowest kid in the group and couldn’t fulfill his coaches expectations. So he decided to quit sports.

And it’s a messed up scene when a young black kid gets caught in the in between because out there they could look down upon. And in the ghetto they’re automatic Uncle Toms as they are labeled as Uncle Toms. So how could little Ronnie ever be legit after 14 and half years of being frost bit?

It was the night before Christmas. Ronnie’s family was packing boxes all through the house because they have to move as his father lost his job. Now they got to face facts. First he lost his job and then a grip at the race track. Little Ronnie can’t stand it. Moving to the ghetto is like moving to a different planet. He seen things he never seen before. Two people died in a shootout at a liquor store. He ain’t accepted in a school because he’s a sell out. So they beat the hell out off his ass one day because you can’t be soft and be in high school in Los Angeles (LA). And that’s all he could take.

The next day, he went straight to the pawn shop to buy himself a .38 and a fifth of Jack Daniel’s. Then he went home to his room, killed the lights, and lit a couple candles. Made his stereo blast a heavy metal tune while he’s crying and thinking about the past. And it’s sad it has to end this way. But little Ronnie didn’t show up for school the next day. And personally Steffon can’t take that shit when a life goes down the drain for being frost bit

The song Uncut Funk explained his affection for funk music. Uncut Funk showcased Rhythm D’s melodic G-Funk production which was funky bass lines and thick 808 drum beats. His laid back flow and mellow voice work well with Rhythm D’s production.

Steffon’s most distinct attribute is his mellow deep laid back voice. provided a great backdrop for ‘s baritone delivery. The drums and bass lines both go hard. Funk meets the urban sounds of hip hop/rap on this album. His album, Trippin’ Wit No Luggage. injected positivity into his rap. Most of the songs were laid back and filled with party-oriented West Coast funk that included Steffon’s humorous side.

You know the skunks got the bumps. 808’s humps beating up your back trunk. Steffon will take you real deep so you can smell the core. He’s got you fiending for the chronic. Even the cops turn the C.B’s down. Steffon wants his funk uncut.

This is something for the kids and the G’s to be rolling in your lo-lo and jeeps on fat beating down the street. Roll up a fatty and blaze the hooty mac. Kicking back with his dogs. Trying to find where the G’s at. Or just hanging out and the Fox Hills Mall. Ain’t nobody jacking or acting ill. Everybody’s just having fun. So there ain’t no fussing or fighting. Brothers forming a circle while reciting dope lyrics from the dome. Kicking a mad freestyle. They got it going on without a microphone. And ain’t nobody going out like a punk.

Now everybody knows survival of the head comes from rhythmatic flows. And the funk track is keeping a brother up on his toes. Coming up out the west and stepped out the toe jam. His label Ruthless has got the smoothness. Steffon has got the style with the smoothness. Like a melodic psychedelic relic.

Cool Brown Brother showcased Steffon’s humorous side, mellow laid back voice, and baritone delivery. You can feel the bounce and the bass in Rhythm D’s production.

When Steffon tracks, he flips back like an acrobat. He’s got it like that. Steffon dropping shit like Al Bundy. This mack is as sharp as a tack. So watch where you’re stepping or your feet will go flat. So spare him with the drama. Go with the flow or be heading out the door. Because he is a cool brown brother.

Catch the rhythm like a pack wild dogs on a fox hunt. So tim-ber when you hear the clamber of the drum come from the booming system. Steffon seeks and destroy as if he had some Tasmanian in him. And any MC stepping up will discover you’ll get smoothered.

These lyrics showcased Steffon’s humorous side.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch the sucka by the toe
Then if he hollas let him go
Hell no

This is really in the middle
Coming smooth like a violin
Never play you like a fiddle

When you hear the clamber of the drum
Come from the booming system
And any MC stepping up will discover you’ll get smoothered
Word to mother
Cause I’m a bad brown brother

Time is money and money is rhyme
So I clock a rhyme like a clock hits time
And a tick tock and ya don’t stop, huh
A tick tock and a won’t stop, hah
A tick tock and I can’t stop, hu
Cause that’s how I clocks my notts

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