The rap duo Underground Kingz (1987-2007) represented Port Arthur, Texas, but are often associated with Houston, where they were affiliated with the Screwed Up Click. The duo, which had the straight shooter Bun B alongside the more idiosyncratic Pimp C, have a legendary status in Southern rap. After a series of successful albums, Pimp C was imprisoned from 2002-5 for violation of probation for a weapons charge, and during this time, Bun B released Trill in 2005. After they reunited, they released their self-titled album, Underground Kingz (2007). However, Pimp C passed away four months later in December 2007 from drug complications, bringing a tragic end to the duo, notwithstanding a posthumous UGK album in 2009, UGK 4 Life.
Pimp C's passing dominates this album. Constantly referenced and tributed by Bun B and his collaborators, one can immediately tell the impact Pimp C had on Southern hip-hop, and how keenly his loss was felt. But don't make the mistake of thinking that his passing leads to a sorrowful tone of the album: the pace for much of it is fast, hard hitting, and aggressive. Also, don't make the mistake of thinking that this topic dominates the lyrics either: other key themes involve social and political commentary, love for and his representation of the South, braggadocio, and his origins and how far he's come.
There's nothing wrong with wallowing in despair, especially when mourning a friend, but Bun B wastes no time making it clear that he (mostly) doesn't plan on doing that. He immediately begins the album, with a tribute to Pimp C but then follows up with rapping about his success and prowess. The next two songs are not dissimilar: Bun reps his authenticity on 'That's Gangsta' and on the 3rd, 'Damn I'm Cold', he more than keeps pace with an in-prime Lil Wayne. The fourth song, 'You're Everything' is perhaps the strongest, and is all about the South, which is reflected in the song's features: Rick Ross from Florida, David Banner from Mississippi, 8Ball & MJG from Tennessee, and of course Bun B from Texas are all represented. More broadly, across the whole album, Louisiana with Lil Wayne, and Georgia with Jazze Pha, are also represented.
Even the songs which I don't necessarily love the beat for, like the 5th song, 'I Luv That', are held up by Bun's rapping: he enunciates clearly, and his rapping style is the opposite of chaotic. Songs 8 and 9 are perhaps the most interesting ones on the project, though for very different reasons. Song 8, 'Get Cha Issue' has Bun rapping solo (with spoken word interludes), critiquing in the first verse priests/preachers, in the second, the police, and in the third, politicians. He isn't dissing them without qualification, but in regard to their faults. Having to restrain the impulse to copy the lyrics to the entire song, here's the first verse and interlude:
Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you say?
See you out here tryin to save yourself some people today
You got the good book in your hand and the robe on your back
Steppin out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
You standin up in the pulpit, lookin out at the pew
Preachin the good word and tellin Christian folks what to do
You talkin 'bout the sinners are sinnin, but let's keep it true
Ain't nobody in this church a bigger sinner than you
It's chapter this, verse that, pass the plate, pay your tithes
Puttin rings on your fingers (fingers) and rims on your ride
You don't need yourself a thousand dollar suit, just to pray in
(Just to pray in) Or a million dollar house for you to stay in (nope)
Marriage counselin, but cheatin on ya own wife
Undercover pedophile, a heathen in ya own right
Let the do'knob hit ya where the good Lord split ya
You's a dirty motherfucker (so) it's time to get'cha issue, c'mon
The good book say, that he who is without sin cast the first stone
Mayne every time I walk inside the church house
The preacher cuttin his eyes at me
But I know he can't throw nothin my way
He dirtier than I am, ridin down the street shinin, ballin
Hollerin at broads, hollerin at dudes on the cool
That's why niggas don't go to church now
It ain't the message, it's the motherfuckin messenger
Let us move on
I love my brother Pimp C and man I miss him every day
Yeah my heart still hurts (hurts) and the pain's still fresh (fresh)
But I'mma put God first, to keep that pressure off my chest
And remind me that I'm blessed to have had him, as a friend (friend)
A ride or die homie that was with me 'til the end ('til the end)
Real talk, man we was closer than kin
And I know, that I'll never have a partner like that again (like that again)
So Chad Butler I just want you to know
I keep ya memory close, I'm never lettin it go (lettin it go)
And they gon' always remember that you was here mayne (mayne)
Cause I'mma make 'em remember, that's why I'm here mayne (mayne)
Yeah it's still hard (hard) and I still cry (cry)
But you and God keep me strong so I'mma still try (try)
Reppin this UGK now won't I (huh)
Cause through your music you live forever so Trill (Trill) don't die

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