Street Platoon - The Steel Storm
Sound the Trumpet... the Street Platoon is Ready for War!
This report just in:
Downtown Los Angeles has been taken back by the People
and Sick Symphonies are rallying afflicted souls to
freedom. Masses have gathered together (in what appears
to be underground assemblies) to declare War on the
number one enemy: Injustice. Armed with Truth, the
Street Platoon has attacked the Establishment so
ferociously, the "order of things" will never be
the same ... leading us into the next Stage of Hip-hop.
When delivering Deadlines, ese Sick Jack "exhales words
like ganja smoke" over a dopebeat of pure uncut
adrenaline (straight from the Druglab). Announcing a
world wide "call to arms", the underground generals
bring the heat with a fire that's bound to burn false
idols in the industry.
They've seized the neighborhoods. Varrio locos turned
st. soldiers have liberated the city and put Pico-Union
on the map. By Ill-rhymin', Crow and Synic rock fleets
over Middle-Eastern beats. When joined with Mosberg (r.i.p.)
they hit with the pin-point precision of a sniper...
representing for all People of Color. In Sick Of It All,
they condemn the very hypocricy of the system with
realness, "the scrilla can't buy your respect or street
appeal." Cold, hard truth- but Corporate America has to
Pink (also known in the underground as "Pastrami Strips")
is a sleazy, XXX-rated audio porno. Using an orgy of
words, the Street Platoon paints pictures of "good-for-
nothing whores (literally)" engulfed by lustful desires.
Unprotected sex with the Harlot is deadly because she's
been all a'cross, "from the U.S. to the muthafucken U.N."
Big props to Dee-Jay Tee-Are-Tee for the raunchiest beat
A well regulated militia has gathered together to revolt.
Sick soldiers of fortune have united the barrios
in an unprecedented effort to topple the Capitalist caste system.
"This is the start of a street revolution, the deadly art of underground music.
if you got the heart and are set to execute it, then be a part
of the Symphonies movement.
Cynic and Cro Soto lead the troops in the Funeral March.
The Platoon's tunes ignite el espiritu de los olvidados and pour courage into the hearts of the musical combatants. "There'll never be peace on these streets.
We protect them, the government neglected them... we accepted them.
As the Street Platoon clashes with the enemy, sounds of war permeate the
air like gunsmoke. Weeping and wailing of widows and orphans are accompanied
by Police radios. This, in the Land of the Free... and the Home of the Brave.
If you haven't figured it out by now, this is an extremely hardcore
hip-hop c.d. It is probably the most anticipated album of the year.
Aptly entitled "The Steel Storm", rebel soundwaves blow through
our ghettos like a tempest wind- rousing the under-priveleged to action.
As far as the theme to this conceptual album: I think the homie Synic
says it best in the beginning, "I grew up with psychos, winos, crazy muthafukas
shootin' and runnin' from Five-0's... that's The Life, homes!"
Hasta La Victoria,