From the good people who brought you the Roc-A-Fella dynasty, the Snowstorm and the College Dropout, we'd like to introduce you to the overnight sensation twelve years in the making: Rick Ross.
You can't go into a club, get into a car or walk down the block without hearing the clarion call keyboards of Ross's earthquake of a debut single, "Hustlin'." It's the early front-runner for street anthem of the year. On one song alone, Ross has laid it all out there for you to see and hear. Over keyboards that wouldn't sound out of place scoring the last scene of Scarface Ross posits himself as the Alpha Hustler. The hustler as superhero. But, unbelievably, it's only a taste.
As a member of the Slip-N-Slide (Trick Daddy, Trina) crew. Rick Ross is part of a bubbling Miami scene that is sure to be making noise on Atlanta and Houston levels this year. But Ross's Miami is unlike any one you're gonna see on a postcard. Rick Ross's Miami is one where drug deals and dropped bodies happen in the shadows of Art Deco hotels and plush nightclubs. It's the luxury and the tragedy. It's an American Dream and and American Nightmare.
Ross has been waiting his entire life to make Port Of Miami. He's been honing his craft as a behind the scenes man, ghostwriting (our lips our sealed on that one), and generally making himself a staple of the Miami hip-hop scene. But his sound isn't one confined to the bounce and bass that made the city famous.
In hip-hop, in 2006, you have to be as big as the culture you represent. You have to be more than music, more than mixtapes, more than a fad. You have to be a movement. Rick Ross, in the tradition of Ice Cube and Jay-Z, is a rebel hustler. He's a renegade who gives you an inside look at how it really goes down in America's paradise. He gives a voice to those who have none. This summer, you're going to hear him loud and clear. Hop on board, or get out of the way.
There's already an Oscars buzz surrounding this movie.