Once
the Game surfaced as a force in
hip-hop, a big deal was made of his dance with death. Apparently he was shot five times. If you're scoring at home, that's four times less than label mate and executive producer
50 Cent. After the altercation that nearly took his life,
the Game took a crash course in
hip-hop and studied up on the master MCs from both coasts. Within a year of rapping for the first time,
Dr. Dre took notice and was compelled to offer an
Aftermath contract.
The Game is also from Compton, just like his mentor, so guess where the allegiances fall? An
N.W.A medallion hangs from his neck, an
N.W.A logo is inked across his chest, and an image of the late
Eazy-E is on his right forearm. If none of this makes it clear enough,
the Game name drops beloved heroes -- including just about everyone ever connected to
N.W.A, save for
CPO -- with great frequency. The stage name, coined by his mother while he was an athletic youngster, is entirely fitting: verses are constructed with album titles, label heads are mentioned as if scholarly attention is paid to the industry's inner workings. And yet, this is hardly another
Guerilla Black, an MC lacking originality.
The Game's scope is obviously much wider, and he's no mimic; though he's still finding his feet as a lyricist, isn't as distinct vocally as
50 or
Lloyd Banks, and nearly allows the gimmicks to overwhelm the skills,
The Documentary is an excellent debut that also hints at a lot of potential.
Dr. Dre and an all-star cast of fellow producers are in top form,
Just Blaze,
Timbaland,
Kanye West, and
Hi-Tek included, and none of the features steal any thunder from the star. The most remarkable aspect of
the Game is how he can be such a blatant product of
gangsta rap (okay, let's say fanboy) and leave a mark so fast. But, as he says in
"Dreams," "Anything is possible if
50 f*cked
Vivica." ~ Andy Kellman
