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6 Feet Deep (Parental Advisory)

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PLAY QUEUE 1 Just When You Thought It Was Over (Intro)		save
PLAY QUEUE 2 Constant Elevation		save
PLAY QUEUE 3 Nowhere To Run, Nowhere To Hide		save
PLAY QUEUE 4 Defective Trip (Trippin')		save
PLAY QUEUE 5 2 Cups Of Blood		save
PLAY QUEUE 6 Blood Brothers		save
PLAY QUEUE 7 360 Questions		save
PLAY QUEUE 8 1-800 Suicide		save
PLAY QUEUE 9 Diary Of A Madman		save
PLAY QUEUE 10 Mommy, What's A Gravedigga?		save
PLAY QUEUE 11 Bang Your Head		save
PLAY QUEUE 12 Here Comes The Gravediggaz		save
PLAY QUEUE 13 Graveyard Chamber		save
PLAY QUEUE 14 Deathtrap		save
PLAY QUEUE 15 6 Feet Deep		save
PLAY QUEUE 16 Rest In Peace (Outro)		save

MOG Editorial Review

When RZA, Prince Paul, Frukwan, and Too Poetic linked up for their Gravediggaz project, they likely didn't anticipate creating a whole new strain of hip-hop, but that's just what they did with the release of 6 Feet Deep in 1994. Known today at the album that first started the horrorcore movement, 6 Feet Deep felt like nothing that came before it, using hard rock samples to create a menacing atmosphere as the group spat unbelievably violent rhymes on classics like the title track and "Here Comes the Gravediggaz." Its lyrics are absolutely disgusting to some, hilarious to others, and rightfully considered scary even by those with a sense a humor. While acts that followed in their footsteps haven't always been in on the joke, the straight-face but over-the-top nature of 6 Feet Deep is as sublimely chilling as a hip-hop album can possibly be.
AMG Review of 6 Feet Deep

Stanton Swihart
All Music Guide

6 Feet Deep is a sick joke. A lethally great and a ghoulishly comical one, but a deranged and sadistic prank nonetheless. Eschatological, gruesome, paranoid, and obsessed with death (both imposing and experiencing it), the debut from eeeeevil supergroup Gravediggaz lands somewhere in the nexus at which the bizarro universe of legendary producer Prince Paul -- who oversees the whole project while wearing the mask and wielding the shovel of the Undertaker for the occasion -- crashes headlong into RZA's dingy, farcical New York City, a haunted, inverse Oz where graffiti meets science fiction meets splatter flick in an unholy alliance that finds Freddy Krueger fiendishly pursuing the turf gangs out of Walter Hill's #The Warriors down 125th and Elm Streets. Throw in a few crazed variations on Medieval torture techniques, a few too many midnight kung-fu screenings, and a few fantasies of bodily damage so giddily, demonically cartoonish that they would make Wile E. Coyote lick his lips with mischievous envy, and you have this brilliantly strange, whimsically jagged horror film in song (critics unofficially dubbed the style horrorcore) with its maimed and gnawed tongue firmly planted in cheek. If you can stomach the buckets of lyrical blood spilled herein, there is no end to the gory highlights, from the running-in-place nightmare of "Nowhere to Run, Nowhere to Hide" to the psychotically nauseous angel-dust high of "Defective Trip (Trippin')" to the willfully objectionable "1-800 Suicide" and self-destructive "Bang Your Head," all of them terribly catchy. As a bonus, 6 Feet Deep is sure to offend the sensibilities of all middle-aged family-values crusaders and conservative-type politicians -- vampires of a different sort -- who aren't in on the joke. Overseas, the album was titled Niggamortis. With its combined allusion to mortality and example of wicked wordplay, it would have been even more apropos. Whatever it goes by, though, the album can be resurrected again and again without losing any of its devilishly good potency.