ThaGodFahim
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Fahim Martin
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US hip-hop emcee/producer from East Atlanta, Georgia.
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humanagain
December 11, 2019
When he's good he's good. But no one can release this much material and be consistent. He needs to learn what quality over quantity means.
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samohare
August 30, 2019
Everyone seems to dis like fahim in the comments below but dreams of medina is excellent and the stuff with mach hommy see for yourself
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NickMorel
June 18, 2019
Of all the Roc Marciano wannabes this one is the worst. Only european will listen to this stuff and think is good
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nineteen_90_now
June 13, 2019
this dude is sooooo god damn annoying ! for real ! when he came out first i really liked him ! bought a lot of his releases but now its too f@cking much ! that dude 'MFkennylz' that commented here is right. he is clearly cashing in on that limited vinyl shit and is on wsg's dick in a major way. hes definetly not wack but hes a lazy mf he should lock himself into the studio for 1-3 month and come back out with a dope complete album instead of release vinyl with 4 tracks on em where only 1-2 are good. he definetly didnt understand the concept of quality of quantity... and most definetly not that biting is wack ! haha
MFkennylz
January 29, 2019
One of the worst new hip hop artists out there. Totally trying to cash in on limited release vinyl and Westside Gunns hype. . It's horrendous enough that this is just plain, nausea-inducing, left-arm-numbing, bad. It's worse than that, though. They weren't happy just to cram all this weird, foolish, foulness on a single CD. Oh, no. This sick bastard had to get all cute and spread it out over multiple. And that's a slap in the face if there ever was one. This should be on no CDs. This album should exist only in the most out of reach location known to mankind so that no human, no matter how vile and deserving of bad, evil, ill-conceived music, could ever possibly get it in their grubby mitts and play the thing.
I don't like this album. No one in my house likes this album. My wife made me watch, "The Notebook", with her for making her hear it. The next night she went out and got drunk with her friends at some Chippendales type place. That was her revenge and I'm fortunate it was relatively mild. My friends all hate this album and now they all laugh at me for being such a sucker and dropping twenty bucks on it. They told me that I should have just downloaded it illegally and I should have. There's a laundry list of all the people who no longer feel I have any credibility when it comes to selecting cool music. There's no redemption in hating it either; I actually bought it and that makes me an idiot now.
I finally decided to throw it out and put it out with the trash for pick-up on a Monday morning not too long ago. When I came home from work that evening, I went to the bottom of the driveway to retrieve the empty receptacles. Inside one of them was this album and a note advising me that I needed to make special arrangements in order to dispose of certain types of waste. On the back was a full list and someone had written, "Fahim CDs", at the very bottom. So I took the discs and got back in my car and drove off into the night, and eventually threw them out the window as I went over a creek a couple miles from my subdivision. By Thursday evening, they were waiting for me in the mailbox with the mail. I have tried other methods of getting rid of them as well. The last one - and the one which I thought would work best, was to take them into a local used CD store and just leave it there on one of the racks. I thought, "How could that possibly go wrong?" Somehow, it did. As I was leaving the store, the alarm went off like I was leaving without paying for something. The owner darted across the store, past the CD rack I left it in, quickly grabbed it and aggressively shoved it into my chest. "Don't you ever try to dump something like THIS in my store again!!!"
So where are they now? Bottom of the catbox. Safest damn place they could ever possibly be, too.
Seriously, there isn't a single rhyme in this entire release that doesn't make me cringe like I'm constipated. Some things are so bad they actually end up being funny. Not this. Zero redeeming qualities, zero moments that bring a smile to the listener's face - unless they happen to be completely insane. This is by far the worst underground hiphop music I have heard in all of 2018, and in the top ten personal worst of all-time. It's literally so bad, it has to be a joke.
I don't like this album. No one in my house likes this album. My wife made me watch, "The Notebook", with her for making her hear it. The next night she went out and got drunk with her friends at some Chippendales type place. That was her revenge and I'm fortunate it was relatively mild. My friends all hate this album and now they all laugh at me for being such a sucker and dropping twenty bucks on it. They told me that I should have just downloaded it illegally and I should have. There's a laundry list of all the people who no longer feel I have any credibility when it comes to selecting cool music. There's no redemption in hating it either; I actually bought it and that makes me an idiot now.
I finally decided to throw it out and put it out with the trash for pick-up on a Monday morning not too long ago. When I came home from work that evening, I went to the bottom of the driveway to retrieve the empty receptacles. Inside one of them was this album and a note advising me that I needed to make special arrangements in order to dispose of certain types of waste. On the back was a full list and someone had written, "Fahim CDs", at the very bottom. So I took the discs and got back in my car and drove off into the night, and eventually threw them out the window as I went over a creek a couple miles from my subdivision. By Thursday evening, they were waiting for me in the mailbox with the mail. I have tried other methods of getting rid of them as well. The last one - and the one which I thought would work best, was to take them into a local used CD store and just leave it there on one of the racks. I thought, "How could that possibly go wrong?" Somehow, it did. As I was leaving the store, the alarm went off like I was leaving without paying for something. The owner darted across the store, past the CD rack I left it in, quickly grabbed it and aggressively shoved it into my chest. "Don't you ever try to dump something like THIS in my store again!!!"
So where are they now? Bottom of the catbox. Safest damn place they could ever possibly be, too.
Seriously, there isn't a single rhyme in this entire release that doesn't make me cringe like I'm constipated. Some things are so bad they actually end up being funny. Not this. Zero redeeming qualities, zero moments that bring a smile to the listener's face - unless they happen to be completely insane. This is by far the worst underground hiphop music I have heard in all of 2018, and in the top ten personal worst of all-time. It's literally so bad, it has to be a joke.
brydesantis
February 18, 2020