In terms of longevity, very few rappers can measure up to the career legacy established by Scarface. From his early beginnings pioneering shock value with the Geto Boys, to refining his own solo status, one would be hard pressed to find many skeptics acting as his prosecutors. Conjuring haunting parables such as “I Seen A Man Die” and “Mind Playin’ Tricks”, his knack for dark storytelling are trumped only by his ability to convey vulnerable emotions while still maintaining his gangsta. So in the wake of his 8th solo album MADE, it should come as no surprise that the man born Brad Jordan adds another medal into his decorated library.
Linking up with longtime producers Mike Dean, John Bido, and Tone Capone, MADE incorporates a more traditional southern feel, similar to those of earlier releases. The thick syrupy basslines and robust drum patterns throughout, give leeway to manifest that vintage Face sound. Proceeding to mark his territory on the stark “Bigg Dogg Status”, Face reminds all that taking his kindness for weakness will leave you in a compromising situation. Need paranoia? The unnerving details of “The Suicide Note” fills the slot as well as any nightly news report. And when he gives into his blood lust, the slow creep on “Burn” sets in slowly like the rigor mortis to send chills up the spine of all “fuck niggas” who dare cross the path of this Houston O.G.
However, no man is immune to shortcomings as our beloved Scarface is periodically distracted by the power of the p-u-s-s-y. The mellow vibe of “Go” features Face wasting four minutes pondering on an inevitable booty call, while the rap opera of “Git Out My Face” is marginally ruined with inane misogyny like “Jack me off and suck my dick/and let me skeet all in her FACE!!!”. Sexual frustration is dealt with more effectively in a cordial manner, as exhibited on the radio friendly “Girl You Know”. Over a crisp Lenny Williams sample, Face explains his stance on the single life as he drops thoughtful bars like “….and trust me I tried to be a one woman man/but for every one woman/there’s a man home man saying damn…”
Although it doesn’t cover nearly as much ground as 2002’s spiritual ensemble The Fix, Scarface assures there’s still plenty of passion left in his pen with this satisfying release. Very few things are guaranteed in this lifetime, but you can bet your bottom dollar when Brad Jordan steps up in a recording booth, he’ll deliver the goods that earned him a spot among rap music’s elite. By laying solid foundations on the platform he does so well, Scarface gives us plenty of reasons to acknowledge that he is indeed MADE.