Review Summary: ugh... Good guests, good beats, shame all this wasted talented goes to such a weak rapper.
The first time I ever heard of a Cappadonna was on my favorite Ghostface Killah album, Supreme Clientele, and that was on my favorite song off that album, “Buck 50”. His verse was horribly written, but it worked with his voice, a deep Scarface-esqe pushing of his words, and it managed to hide his lyrics long enough so that Redman can steal his microphone and give his show-stealing verse. Then I remember Cuban Linx and Ironman, where Cappadonna’s verses managed to sound like they came from a guy who knew how to rap, and it sounded good next to Raekwon and Ghostface Killah, two of the most noticeable members of the Wu-Tang Clan. The RZA thought it would be a good idea to fund this guy in his lyrical endeavors with some decent, 36 Chambers-esqe beats, and access to many Wu-Affilation producers, as well as guest appearances from Rae, Ghostface, and even Method Man. The problem with all this big budgeting for Cappa is the fact that during this album, as an MC, Cappachino fell off, HARD.
Earlier on, he sounded like a competent MC, but here, Cappadonna’s lyrics sound like utter trash, and his flow hadn’t quite evolved into the Scarface jacking it was on “Buck 50”. To be exact, Cappadonna’s lyrics sound as if he read three books: Dr. Seuss for his mismatch rhyme flow, a childrens book, and a scrap of generic wu-tang sayings and lyrics to mesh and mash together to make something absolutely horrid. “Blood on Blood War” is easily the worst song on the album, with a mixture of weak, pseudo-scary synthesizers and Cappadonna’s rambling about “Understanding, old special ed with the plate in my head /Bad bread, spare life, KKK on the mike, power like thing of state”, making for one of the worst musical experience that you could ever have from someone that could have entered the 36 Chambers. Not to say there aren’t positive things about this album, there are, like U-God’s show stealing verse (you read that right) in “Supa Ninjas” and, well, every verse from an actual member of the Wu-Tang (even Meth’s hook on “Milk This Cow” over an exciting guitar laden True Master beat), but the fact is, this is just the case for every album from a weak rapper. Cappadonna surrounds himself with talent, and his album STILL manages to be an unenjoyable listen, mainly because of Cappa’s ability to ruin everything with his 4th grade wannabe rapper lyrics and outtake freestyle flow.
Just try your hardest to find an instrumental version of this album, or better yet, find a way to just deleted Cappadonna from this album, and give it to your rapper best friend. He’s probably better anyway.
