Ghetto Supastar That Is What You Are - Pras, Gibb, B.
1st Phone Interlude - Pras,
What'cha Wanna Do - Pras, Duplessis, Jerry "T
Blue Angels - Pras, Duplessis, Jerry "T
Can't Stop the Shining [Rip Rock Pt. 2] - Pras, Duplessis, Jerry "T
Get Your Groove On - Pras, Casey, H.
Frowsey, Pt. 2 - Pras, Michel, S.P.
Dirty Cash - Pras, Michel, S.P.
For the Love of This - Pras, Michel, S.P.
Wha' What Wha' What - Pras, Michel, S.P.
2nd Phone Interlude - Pras,
Low Riders - Pras, Duplessis, Jerry "T
Yeah 'Eh Yeah 'Eh - Pras, Duplessis, Jerry "T
Murder Dem - Pras, Duplessis, Jerry "T
3rd Phone Interlude - Pras,
Amazing Grace - Pras, Newton, John [Compo
Final Interlude - Pras,
Track Listings (4) - Disc #2
What's Clef [*] - Pras, Britten, T.
The Right One - Pras, Forte, J.
Another One Bites the Dust - Pras, Deacon, John [Queen
Here We Go - Pras, Bass, K.
It's difficult to tell whether Pras's debut, Ghetto Supastar (riding on the infectious 1998 summer jam of the same name), is intended as an 18-track infomercial for the newest rap collective, the Refugee Camp (star campers... more » include Canibus, Most Wanted, and head counselor Wyclef Jean) or an elaborate parody of self-proclaimed rap prodigies. The album opens with a "Hallelujah" chorus, closes with "Amazing Grace," and stuffs the middle with weak Dolly Parton interpolations, weaker rhymes ("Two guns blazing / Purple hazing" on "For the Love of This"), and not one, but four separate tracks chock full of shamelessly scripted shout-outs from a horde of bizarre star supporters. (Donald Trump? Mike Tyson? Sting? You haven't heard this many hard-up celebrities since New York City cabs started talking.) There are a lot of reasons this album fails, but the most flagrant is this: for all the effort expended here to raise himself up as the next great Hip-Hop Hope, between the Refugee Camp agenda and the sea of guest vocalists, Pras's presence is nearly invisible. --Todd Levin« less
It's difficult to tell whether Pras's debut, Ghetto Supastar (riding on the infectious 1998 summer jam of the same name), is intended as an 18-track infomercial for the newest rap collective, the Refugee Camp (star campers include Canibus, Most Wanted, and head counselor Wyclef Jean) or an elaborate parody of self-proclaimed rap prodigies. The album opens with a "Hallelujah" chorus, closes with "Amazing Grace," and stuffs the middle with weak Dolly Parton interpolations, weaker rhymes ("Two guns blazing / Purple hazing" on "For the Love of This"), and not one, but four separate tracks chock full of shamelessly scripted shout-outs from a horde of bizarre star supporters. (Donald Trump? Mike Tyson? Sting? You haven't heard this many hard-up celebrities since New York City cabs started talking.) There are a lot of reasons this album fails, but the most flagrant is this: for all the effort expended here to raise himself up as the next great Hip-Hop Hope, between the Refugee Camp agenda and the sea of guest vocalists, Pras's presence is nearly invisible. --Todd Levin
"Why am I not surprised that we have a top 500 reviewer giving three and 1/2 stars to an awful album? How much more proof do you need that Top 500 and Top 1000 reviewers are whackos? Okay, there is a reason why Fugee fans never mention Pras. Can you guess why? HE SUCKS! His rhymes are a**crack and he has the personality of a hermit crab. The only good song he has is Ghetto Supastar featuring Ol' Dirty(RIP) and its the best song he's ever made. Free of 106th and South Park(I meant to write that because I hate that show)fame couldnt save What Cha Gonna Do from being a waste. As soon as Pras opens his mouth its over. Another classic example of this is Cant Stop The Shining (Rip Rock Part 2). Canibus and Free had some great verses but once again Pras messes up everything with his elementary style of rapping. His second single Blue Angels was horrible and Frowsey not only suffers from lame hooks disease and it suffers from horrid beat virus as well as wack rhymes plague(okay, I'll stop. I promise). Murder Dem is another stinker with a corny country music sounding beat as well as some uninteresting lyrics from Pras. Yeah Eh Yeah Eh and Wha What Wha What are just as wack as the titles are. More disposables: For The Love Of This, Get Your Groove On and all those stupid a** telephone interludes(as if anybody cares about who is cool with Pras!)should have been scrapped like this cheesy album. Bottom Line: Hands Down, Pras's Ghetto Supastar is the worst album of 1998. That is not hatred it is the truth! Crummy beats, wasted guest appearances and a terrible performance by Pras himself. Pras cannot carry a whole album by himself and if you were listening he was the weakest link out of The Fugees. Listen to Blunted On Reality for proof. Then listen to this album and Win, Lose Or Draw for concrete evidence of his wackness. If you not convinced that he is weak after hearing all that then I cant help your a**!"
What a letdown
Nuisance | 03/02/1999
(2 out of 5 stars)
"when i first heard pras on a record in The Score and then on wyclefs solo album i practically wet my pants when i found out that pras had a solo album in the works.... then i bought it pras changed his style people have come to love and then on top of that made some tracks that were just plain stupid (ie.lowriders,for the love of this just to name a few) i give it 2 mics because of the 2 good tracks (ghetto supastar,dirty cash)"
Mmmmmm..........
Nuisance | 02/26/1999
(3 out of 5 stars)
"This c.d. is okay. I only like one song which is "Ghetto Supastar." This c.d. is not that great."
This album is psycho
Nuisance | 01/11/1999
(2 out of 5 stars)
"The album Ghetto Superstar is quite bad exept for the hit single: Ghetto Superstar"
Intense
Nuisance | 11/11/1998
(2 out of 5 stars)
""A 20 track album" I thought, "Great value for money", as I handed over my £15. Spin this disc and after the introductory rendition of 'Hallelujah', it just gets worse. This album is intense from the offset - 74 minutes of nonstop vocals. Quality is certainly sacrificed at the altar of quantity, for the best tracks are undoubtedly the interludes featuring the likes of Naomi Campbell, Sting and Aaliyah.This is no musical album, it (constructing pleasant melody) obviously isn't Pras' forte. Or that of his producers. Methodic and uninspirational bass lines and heavy, droning beats pump mercilessly throughout the complete duration of every single track, as Pras wittles on using awfully constructed lyrics on the most incomprehensible subjects (what does "Frowsey" mean anyway?). This album has no theme, no message, and no suject. Each and every song is immensely forgetable. Although 'Blue Angels' is one of the two slightly pleasant songs ('Another One Bites the Dust' is the other, where Freddie Mercury and WyClef take firm hold of the mic leaving Pras to mumble about something in the background).He's has made a conscious effort to stay in the mainstream, whilst retaining some 'Gangster' credability, so much so that this album is riddled with abbreviated expletives that serve no purpose, other than grate on the nerves. If you can't say it (and I hate it when they do), leave it out.Pras has always been the least talented of the Fugees, and this album confirms it. I must agree with Pras' blurb in the album sleeve, in that I eagerly await the day they reunite for a comeback album. At least then he'll be relegated to the background, letting the real talent can shine."