“Was terrified of death but I don’t fear it now/Was blind, dumb, and deaf but I hear it now.”
No one. I mean NO ONE. Does world-weary paranoia like Beanie Sigel. No one rages more bitterly against life’s indignities. And no one sounds more like Scarface in his raging, shivering, powerless prime when he’s on.
All the proof you’ll ever need of any of this should be here.
But Beanie has given you more. “Judgment Day” samples “War Pigs,” and is as good as — nah, better than — I imagined it to be. Beans attacks the track with an astonishing ferocity and fills the verses with vividly bleak imagery. Some immediate quotables (I can barely type fast enough to catch them as they strafe by):
“Satan’s whispers got me back on my dark liquor/That firewater killin’ my liver/ The snake hisses in my ear, he’s a natural born killer.”
“I wake up with my sheets soaked, half-asleep/Hearing Tupac’s voice screaming blasphemy.”
The delivery is vintage Beans — every single line spat through gritted teeth, the sound of barely contained murderous impulses. He raps like his soul’s at stake.
Here. I’m sure I have more to say, but fuck that all for right now. Just listen. I’ll be back for more later…