Little Brother’s The Minstrel Show and Kanye’s Late Registration remind me of my long ass drive from Wisconsin to California and the subsequent struggle life I slogged through in that beautiful ass state.
Boone Pickens, music just serves as an avenue for you to issue to dopest ether ever.
It’s a corny to admit, but music really does serve as a soundtrack to our dreary lives of quiet mediocrity - or if you’re T.
Seriously fluent, seriously flaky rapper as the dancefloor diva you love more than her beats-or, obviously, her tweets.Deen understands the doctrines of Bubba Sparxx: be honest and admit that none of us will ever date a model. Here's hoping that when she achieves the security she deserves, she uses her IQ for something more useful than battling a melanin-deprived rival who admits more vulnerabilities than she does. Yet just about every song is a serious pleasure regardless. That said, she does seem to equate rapping with power-her troubles are the usual star-time overindulgences, and just about every terrific song here is a boast one way or another. And unlike her male counterparts she doesn't equate sex with power-there's verbal as well as vocal evidence that she feels it elsewhere than her genitalia. The grain of her voice is both pretty and sensual. Her singing rolls full and easy from somewhere in her torso. The articulation of our most musical young rapper is crystalline without flaunting its precision. Irreverent lip and talent-show talent there, musical follow-through not so much ("Fuck Up the Fun," "Jimanji") **īroke With Expensive Taste Quick-tongued, lascivious, catchy, and delighted with itself, there hasn't been a more pleasurable record all year and probably won't be-not even by her. So I hope this is the dancey hip-hop Nicki Minaj's haters claim to miss and know full well it's too effing dancey for 'em-not to mention too virtuosic, beatwise, layered, less-is-more, and much. One might bitch about the chopped-and-screwed monologue that brings total time to 16 minutes, only it's funnier and more pointed than the Clyde Smith skits it bites from Ghostface. All of said songs top this eye-on-the-prize Harlemite's many other YouTube offerings, some of which might in turn sound dandy mixed into the mixtape and official album we are assured will soon-come. Broke With Expensive Taste Aįour tracks, 14 minutes of music, topped inevitably by "212" (and if you're not among the video's 20 million hits, succumb now).
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