Styles P - Time is Money

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Time Is Money is a solid album and will satisfy the die-hard fans, of course not without a few exceptions. P managed to drop a solid body of work this time around and has not compromised his lyricism even though some of the beat choices are in question.

Styles has made quite a name for himself in Hip Hop - on and off the mic. So
when he says Time Is Money, we know
that he knows just what he's talking about. He's spent a good portion of
that time on several iron vacations and also in a musically stagnated state due
to label disputes with The Shiny Suit
himself. Regardless of these setbacks, The Mighty Mighty D-Block has managed to persevere and remain to be
one of the most lyrically ferocious and respected crews in today's Hip Hop
world. Panero takes his time on
this joint to show us why there's more than one member of his crew that should
be considered top five, dead or alive.

On Time, Styles attempts to
please all audiences, which can be good and bad. The album jumps off in
classic D-Block style with "G Joint,"
which finds the elder, P, and the
younger, Hood, spitting it just like
the day you fell in love with their style. On "Testify," the unlikely
pairing with Reflection Eternal's
own Kweli with Hi-Tek on the beat provides a pleasant surprise of instant chemistry. On
tracks like this, it becomes evident that Styles
is setting himself apart from the rest of the so-called bang-bang-shoot-em-up
cats by doing what is also being done by fellow New Yorker Saigon, and spitting
street and knowledge...not just street

"Real Shit" features the
late great Gerald Levert on the
hook, and is pretty self explanatory. Next, we move on to "Who Want A
Problem," where The Lox join Swizz and take us back to '99 in the
post-Bad Boy era. Kiss gives everyone a run for their
money with lines like "I'm comin, the
fourth quarter/So I'ma just give you the summer to tread water/Way they wrote
it down in the paper it said slaughter/Found him in the tub with nothin but red
." "Favorite Drug" flips a much grimier version of the "Crystal
Waters" sample used by T.I. last
year. While this song adds another chapter to the :Ryde Or Die Chick" saga
"Kick I Like That" is more of an attempt to grab the mainstream with stories of
conquests of the opposite sex. The Akon-featured, Lil Jon-produced "Can You Believe It"
is definitely a stretch and is way outside of the realm of Holiday Styles. These few blunders definitely put a damper on the
album but do not completely rain it out.

There are a few songs where
the tracks don't exactly bring the best out of P, ("Fire and Pain" and "Burn One Down") however; the lyricism is
as always undeniable. The jewel of this album has to be Havoc's creation, "How We Live." Here,
he gives us another quotable that is top five worthy, "The cash ain't right there, the mask is right there/Niggas try P I'ma blast em right there/You don't
want your right ear/next to your Nike Airs/Send em from the dark side bringin
em light here
." These are exactly the type of bars that keep us checking
for The Lox and which made 50 Cent (before he got pissed off)
proclaim that "All the other hard niggas,
they come from Yonkers.

Overall, Time Is Money is a solid album and will
satisfy the die-hard fans, of course not without a few exceptions. Styles has managed to drop a solid body
of work this time around and has not compromised his lyricism even though some
of the beat choices are in question. It's difficult to really assess this
album considering that some of the material is a couple years old now; it isn't
his fault but it does affect the album in negative way. So how do you call
it? I guess it depends on how you look at it, we definitely want to see him win
this time, and he's doing everything to make sure he does.


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    This is how we Live. [Verse 2:] Die once you live twice die twice you live once Get the shit confused so I'm puffin on the big blunts Kick it wit the kid that be deep in the zone It's the ghost, I got to go to sleep just to get home I'm spiritually outta this world Meet my lyrics on the darkside come back when the dutchie get twirled I'm the alpha and omega of nice I'm the messenger sent by the force at the head of the light But satan's ridin my back in the dead of the night I be doin some crazy shit for some bread and some ice God I'm tryna focus with my third eye lens I smoke haze to see my brother when he blow that wind And I'm a grown man so I know my sins And niggaz don't get the picture so do Kodak win? The shit'sover their head and under their nose Not a star cause I'm a sun when it come to a flow Ya Know