Roughly 84,000 rap albums have been released in Houston since 1989. We're counting down the 25 best of all time every Thursday. Or we were. Got a problem with the list? Shove it. Just kidding. Friendship. Email it to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Well, it's over. We stretched it out just about as long as we possibly could - do you realize that The Countdown started last July? - but it is now officially over. And we are heartbroken about it. Let's tie up a few loose ends.
First and foremost, we wanna thank that nigga God for giving us the strength to overcome adversities. You a real ass nigga, God. Ba'lee dat.
Thanks to everyone who bothered to read this space each week, as well as to everyone who took the time to email after each one of these was posted; unless you sent us an email calling us a fag or a moron. That was pretty dickish.
Thanks to every rapper who was kind enough to talk to us about this stuff week in and week out, especially K-Rino, who is like an encyclopedia of Houston hip-hop, and Bun B, whose insight makes it seem like everything he's saying was written down and rehearsed ahead of time.
Sarcastic Thank Yous to Scarface - or, perhaps more accurately, the guy that led us around by the nose pretending like he could schedule us for an interview with him - and Lil' Keke, who completely brushed us off.
A lowercase thank you goes to Rap-A-Lot for being a lowercase amount of helpful.
Thanks to the guys at the legendary Screwed Up Records and Tapes for never stabbing us while we poked around there waiting for something cool to happen so we could write about it.
Thanks to the guys from the Ghetto Dreams tattoo shop for running the Ghetto Dreams tattoo shop.
Thanks to the guy that was selling CDs outside of the Chevron at 610 and South Main last November who talked to us for at least 30 minutes after we mentioned to him that we wrote about rap for the Houston Press
Thanks to the guy who offered all kinds of off-the-record, behind-the-scenes info about our favorite rappers.
Thanks to the guys from Swishahouse (especially Yung Redd, who always answers his phone when he's in the studio), SUC, ABN, SPC and any other acronymed rap conglomerations we may have forgotten.
Thanks to Chaz, who participated in a lot of arguments about a lot of nonsensical rap stuff as well as offered to help us buy syrup and weed from a local drug dealer so as to ease the awkwardness of the situation.
Thanks to jbell, who somehow always managed to respond to an email that required a one- or two-sentence response with a 4,000 word missive about why just about any Houston rap album made after 1999 was illegitimate. He might be the most engaging commenter/emailer we've ever experienced.
Thanks to Iceberg Slim, whom we always pictured to be dressed like a Chicago pimp whenever we were on gchat with him, Trill, Bola-D and the rest of the guys at the Texas Takeover message board. You might have never actually read any of the write-ups about the albums listed, but you read the titles, and that's good enough.
Thanks to our editor, who let us write this thing. Definitely thanks to him. [Ed. Note: No problem.]