Tut Elohim | HELL FIE HOT Album Review

King Tut is, by all accounts, flawless on Hell Fie Hot, touching on all bases of life as a mentally matured gangsta and street god staring down the gallows—from the paranoid stress of songs like "Concrete" to the hauntingly glorious vibes of "Martyr" to even the serenading over southern synthesizers of a woman or two on "Pretty Gurl"—without ever spreading himself thin.

The official Tut Elohim debut album after the Pyramid 5 mixtape, Hell Fie Hot is Willie during intense times of an FBI and DOC crackdown, which coincided with negative coverage by local news organizations attempting to silence him. The onslaught, so severe as to ruin relationships, stirring an enormous amount of jelly and causing so-called allies to disassociate themselves from the heat, instead had the opposite effect, in a single week moving over 25k download units on Amazon alone, and approximately 10k every week on Iran's Glièa Miz for months until the Islamic Republic revoked its consumer approval, even though, as of 2021, the project has never once had any official promotion.

And while it's true that folks like Birdman Williams of Cash Money has recently come along to put jet packs onto this already quite superb fighter plane, it was Big Meech Flanery that help provide propellers originally, by way of a $50k bag that got the ball back rolling when shit got complicated (a simple truth Elo himself gratefully recalls at the beginning of the song "Money").

I'll say it was a helluva great investment. Hell Fie Hot is a real nigga masterpiece.