Ready for his turn in the limelight, A$AP Ferg drops his debut album "Trap Lord" and proves he is different from the rest of the mob.
Earlier this year, hip-hop bible XXL Magazine featured rappers A$AP Rocky and French Montana on its cover declaring New York rap is back. While the focus of the game has shifted to other parts of the country in the past several years or so, there are some native New York emcees that are doing their part to rep their city. Harlemâs own A$AP Mob, led by the somewhat eccentric A$AP Rocky, have found their niche and a following. The crew dropped their first mixtape Lords Never Worry last summer, which added to the buzz surrounding Rockyâs debut release Long. Live. A$AP at the top of this year. Following the release from his fellow A$AP Mobster, Ferg drops his debut album.
Ready to stand a part from the pack, A$AP Ferg, real name Darold Ferguson Jr., delivers a 13-track offering. Trap Lord opens up with the bouncy and airy âLet It Go,â a beat that has the exact opposite feel of the content of the song, a juxtaposition that is evident throughout the album just as much as it is a part of the man himself. He may be into fashion but donât let the flashy appearance fool you; A$AP Fergâs flow is deadly. For those that are unaware of who Ferg is, he makes a formal introduction with âFergivicious.â Proving that he is indeed vicious when it comes to his craft, the Harlem rapper lets off:
âAre you gangbanging, man? I couldnât see it/ Like twisting up your fingers in a pair of mittens/ Put âem in the water with a bunch of fishes/ Watch a frog leap where his fucking chin is/ Are you Popeye? Eat your fucking spinach/ Bunch of young trap lords and we down for sinningâ
Ferg does a great job of enlisting the help of fellow rappers that, like him, have a unique sound or approach to attacking a song. Grabbing A$AP Rocky for âShabba Ranks,â the official first single off Fergâs debut, the bass-heavy track lays the perfect foundation for the former high school classmates to trade verbal jabs over. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony snag a guest appearance on âLord.â Their signature laid-back flow in classic overdrive complements Fergâs bars over a beat that would live at home on the soundtrack of the film Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. For the remix of âWork,â Fergestein is joined by Trinidad James, ScHoolboy Q and French Montana along with A$AP RockyÂ (the original version lives on Lords Never Worry mixtape).
In âDidnât Want To Do It,â Ferg laments on what he would do if he caught the thieves that robbed his friend. Rapping to a sweet melody sung by singer Madd Moiselle on the hook, A$AP Ferg warns what would happen if he was forced to âMake A Scene.â Over a spaced out synth beat and soft piano keys, Ferg channels his inner KiD CuDi for âCocaine Castleâ while warning those about the dangers of dancing with the white lady.
Waka Flocka Flame brings his usual high-powered energy on âMurda Somethingâ while Ferg is in rare killing form:
âAinât afraid to murda something/ Put âem in a hearse or something/ Iâm thinking you niggas is sweet/ Like a Starburst or something/ Get âem a purse or something/ Might get âem in church or something/ We heard the deacon speaking/ Iâm Donnie McClurkin frontin/ I smell pussy, them niggas hurt your cousin/ All my people say âStomp!â like Iâm Kurt or something/ Put âem in the dirt like âWorkâ or somethingâ
Some say A$AP Ferg is the tightest rapper out of his A$AP Mob crew and with good reason. He switches up flows and adapts to the beat like a chameleon. One minute he comes with a rat-ta-tat-tat force then the next, his voice is smooth as silk. Ferg displays his versatile flow throughout the album. Christening himself the deacon of the streets, Ferg drinks Jesus juice and gets religious in his own way on âHood Pope:â
âA bunch of hooligans need churching/ Iâm the Hood Pope, these my children/ And Iâll be their Donnie McClurkin/ Gold teeth when Iâm smirking/ Bunch of little kids running round need nurturing/ Lord knows I ainât really perfect/ All these clowns run around this circus/ Lord, please whatâs my purpose/ Besides fucking these Persians/ Popping these bottles and popping these models/ Please tell me where is the Sherman"Â
On âFuck Out My Faceâ with Cypress Hillâs B-Real, Onyx and A$ton Matthews, Ferg holds his own with the other veteran heavyweights:
âAnother broad and kiss and massage them/ Give them booty shots, might Nicki Minaj them/ Donât let them get me hard then/ Tell their friend give me jaws like a shark fin/ Youâll play Halle Berry in âMonsterâs Ballâ/ And Iâll be trap lord Billy Bob Thortonâ
Before focusing his attention on rap, Ferg followed in his dead fatherâs footsteps into the world of fashion and design. Bringing the same creativity and energy to the booth that he once did to designing clothes, Ferg proves that he deserves just as much attention, if not more, than his comrade A$AP Rocky. With Trap Lord, his first official offering out of the gate, Ferg is one set ahead of the mob, exactly where he belongs.