Ghostface Killah - Supreme Clientele (2000):
01 Intro
02
Nutmeg (feat. RZA)
03 One
04 Saturday Nite
05 Ghost Deini
06
Apollo Kids (feat. Raekwon)
07 The Grain (feat. RZA)
08 Buck 50 (feat. Method Man, Redman, & Cappadonna)
09 Mighty Healthy
10 Woodrow the Base Head (skit)
11 Stay True
12
We Made It (feat. Superb, Chip Banks, & Hell Razah)
13 Stroke of Death (feat. Solomon Childs & RZA)
14 Iron's Theme - Intermission
15
Malcolm
16 Who Would You F*** (skit)
17 Child's Play
18 Cherchez La Ghost (feat. U-God)
19
Wu Banga 101 (feat. GZA, Raekwon, Cappadonna, & Masta Killa)
20 Clyde Smith (skit)
21 Iron's Theme - Conclusion
Genre: Hip hop
@hrdboild's last pick got me thinking about the turn of the millennium. The panic over Y2K seems absolutely quaint from where we're all sitting today, the fashion of the moment was horrifically tacky, the preponderance of bleached blonde hair was even worse, and the 2000 NBA draft was historically awful... but despite all of our cultural growing pains as we left the 20th century behind, it was still a really great year for seminal albums. My favorite of the year is too obvious a pick for me, and I'm certain I selected it in the last music draft I participated in. At the Drive-In's
Relationship of Command would be my third favorite album of 2000, but it is now off the board. So that brings me to my second favorite album of that year,
Supreme Clientele.
By my reckoning, Ghostface Killah was always the most skilled member of the larger rap crew to which he belonged. Other members were "harder," others were better storytellers, others became more individually famous (trying to provide proper context for this album without breaking the draft rules - a bad habit of mine - is
killing me), but the great Ghost Deini has always been the wordsmith of the bunch, a street poet cloaked in the trappings of rap royalty, and
Supreme Clientele is his psychedelic, Ginsbergian
Howl into the [concrete] jungle. I f***ing adore this record. It's a love letter to rap music, to the sheer joy found in rhyme and rhythm.
Supreme Clientele is hip hop at its most extravagant, and I don't mean that it basks in materialism (though it does so on occasion, and to gloriously preposterous effect). This album sees Ghostface luxuriating in the chaotic collisions that words can make, like a child smashing action figures together with a logic that only they can understand, if that child grew up to be an extraordinarily gifted rapper who uses "Iron Man" as a second moniker. Few rappers have his dexterity, his precision, his sheer sense of joy when piling images on top of metaphors on top of drug running stories on top of obscure comic book references on top of even more obscure kung-fu movie references in a deeply enigmatic stream-of-consciousness that would make even the likes of Faulkner and Joyce envious.
It may all seem like it's "a little inside" or "a bit too dense," but don't mistake the inscrutability of
Supreme Clientele for a lack of artistic intent. Ghost started writing this record while in the midst of a difficult fight with diabetes. Unsatisfied with western medicine, he retreated to the country of Benin (the birthplace of voodoo) in West Africa where he sought treatment from a bush doctor. He lived there for months, without running water, and amidst his fever dreams he began penning many of the songs that appear on
Supreme Clientele. Ghost is very much at play in the sandbox here, but he's also clearly digging around for new ways to describe old truths, old grudges, old hurts.