The highest honor received when these rare niggas, that aint niggery no more, salute their brother, “Peace to the God!” So I work my arm, leg, leg, arm, supreme head through the hell as an excavating executioner of the snare coffin. Listening for demonically accelerated high hats, snares that awkwardly fall off the metronome like eugenicists at my P.E.A.C.E course and the cluttered rubbish of digitized dumb raping words into abortable songs, I find all them weak ones and I murder them de-recorded. Years and years, 2 decades and some more days and nights I have been surrounded by the oxidants of the art, warring versus the zombies of snare coffins as they continue polishing their transgressions that glycate the youth of the vinyl.

Splintered fingers through these snare coffins and in need of the illest remedies to heal the pollution of the pretty hiccups, I reach for the strongest firewater, the NDL proof, beat selections of all brands of real from an MC that doesn’t speak about his fucking brand like a smoked brother of Phillip Morris. Napoleon Da Legend, a warrior I know, a medic of wordplay   that heals many of the wounds I’ve suffered in the industrial cemetery I slowly die in charging these integrity invasions. Now as my brother Remembered In Perfection Sean P, the Decepticon General that loved to kill the stars that scream, directed us, “Listen…”

44 tracks, no choruses, just verses, techniques of subtle brilliance, movements of words that portrait poverty, capsule charisma and weave words in melodic messages of intrigued insight.  The mixtape is a combine where the athletic MC reminds us their verbal leap is higher, their dexterity dash has increased and their content presses more issues into the beat benches.  Napoleon Da Legend, with his first lengthy compilation since his debut LP, Awakening (#ArtOnArt & #ScienceOnMusic review HERE), DJ Duke compiles some of the many verses he’s thrown over the years surrounded by an avalanche of new songs.  Playing as 44 snippets, the bars arrive and then the master cuts dismiss them into the next insight. And we the listener are left diving from new thoughts to commentaries to battle bars in the most edutaining chaos.

The mixtape is a highlight reel and the achievements align themselves in mass. The tempo fluctuations from the uptempo start on “New World” that accelerates in shorter, quicker spit phrases as the organs stab.   The timing that NDL displays is a special gift that can have his rhyme word hit the snare nearly everytime as on “Str8 Off the Block Intro” or the sinister monotone he succeeds with it on “Shit is Trash.” Couple this with the rare rasped clarity of his vocal tone, his ability to write and perform layered, verbose verses, he can surround sound the empty spaces of the instrumental as on “Got Rhymes.”

The content is filled with the dynamically sincere stances of integrity (“The Truth”) and a subject matter that reminds us of his thematic persona on wax as a warrior of truth with detailed criticisms (“Red or Blue Pill”) and actual far reaching insights (“State of the Union”).  It all leads to ill vignettes of the real with bars as, “We just mathematicians with street wisdom/throughout the years mastered the matrix ‘til we breach the system/thoughts of living lavish/civilizing all the savage/we learn to analyze our mind and equalize the madness”(“How I Spit”).  Ultimately, any song can be sampled for lyric strength from “Connect nerves/give the gift of motion to paraplegics” (“Firm Again”) to “Heaven and hell and back/I fought the elements in fact/cherish every moment/I tried telling myself that/work to make this music and you barely make a cent/you seeing others blow cause having dope rhymes don’t pay the rent…” (“Dead Presidents”) or “Vegetables in the yard/Bless the God/extra-large/this lifestyle/ ain’t for everybody/get a job…slap a hater in the face with Michael Jordan’s hand…” (“We Worldwide”) and onward through the entire 44 tracks.

These years I don’t fight alone and the warriors that provoke my Art with their Art and allow me to lecture on music science again and again are also brothers of honor.  Legendary is a firewater mixtape that prepares us for Napoleon Da Legend’s supremacy to come as it replenishes combatants of the snare coffin.