Luda, T.I., Flip,
Wayne and Buck may all presently run the Southern Billboards with they raps
but there's a whole slew of dogs just waitin' for they bark to be heard from
across the fence. Former Swishahouse rep Chamillionaire is one of them, following
in the footsteps of archenemies Paul Wall, Mike Jones, and (semi-friend) Slim
Thugga, as well as other up-and-comers Stat Quo and Young Jeezy gazing into
the limelight of mainstream stardom. What these cats bring are actual skill
to the often overwhelming crunk sounds and stereotypes of the dirty south, with
Houston's sections delivering more lyrical aspect to the game. The Truth is
a mere back-to-the-BBQ-grill-again selection of older, random Koopa (as Chamillionaire
fans dub him) joints that come off as a nice preview to the future from the
highly talented yet little known emcee. The title track "The Truth,"
even at under a minute long, proves that biographical narrative skill is in
the Koop's artillery. The southern snarl Chamillionaire shreds words with gives
him that authoritative command to go along with the effortless change-up flows
he dishes, highlighted on cuts such as the sonically-electric sounding "I'm
a Bad Man," and the cheery loops of "Platinum Allstars," to which
Koop has no problem holding his own in the double-time alongside heavyweights
Bun B and Lil' Flip. Chamillionaire's deep monotone comes off as intriguing
as the details he sprays over laid-back joints as well, joining the Flipster
again on the creepy, reality-based "Come Down." The gritty depictions
and metaphoric brilliance alone will make you believe man is a certified G.
The sound quality to olddd banger "Bitch Ass Nigga" is quite horrible,
and loaded with way too many Whoo Kid gunshots. Too bad, cuz UGK's Bun B and
Koop shred 8Ball and MJG's instrumental with authority.
"Switch Styles"
brings more of those haunting, swarming loops that compliment Chamillionaire's
sinister vocals to a bullet. The flipping between flows and the chanting, even
"Game Over"-ish, vocals in the background add atmosphere to the almighty
lyrical diligence. It's as if Cham's flows are almost too natural that rewinding
becomes a must. While not awkward, Koop does become somewhat of an acquired
listen-then again, every Southern rapper to NY heads or otherwise is an acquired
listen. If heads dig deep behind the drawls, they'll realize Koop is tighter
than their favorite rapper's rapper, exposed by such lines as," If
she sippin' that's a plus, but not that Cris cuz that's for us / Took her to
the hotel, wonderin' if she' strippin' that's a must / Make a meal out of my
nuts and open a can of sucks " and "Sup to ATL with that Killa
Kill, Status Quo and that Lil' Scrappy / I don't wear no throwbacks cuz the
trend is gettin' really tacky." The rest of the song is lyrically intact,
yet hard to keep up with. Peep game. The following interlude "Dike Jones"
contains acapella heat against, guess who. "You Gotta Love Me" displays
Cham's ability to flow over Kanye-ish tracks while "Oh No" presents
a louder, more menacing track that actually displays mainstream appeal in that
C-Murder vibe with its catchy crooned hook and thumping bass. Koop also joins
the ranks of South Beach flossin' with Sly Cat and Dirt Bag on the bubbling
"Come Down"; covers Twista with rapid-fire ease on the one-minute
"Adrenaline Rush"; and astonishes with perfect-flowing to the jazzy
effervescence of "Ain't Gotta Go Home." As much as Whoo Kid comes
off as a marketing clown, tracks like the classically hypnotic "Back Up
Plan" with Devin the Dude make this tape a must for all those new to the
Koop.