After Cudi's Indicud album leaked last week, he changed the release date to April 16th and dropped one of the most noteworthy cuts on the project, the "Solo Dolo" sequel featuring Kendrick Lamar. Their words quickly became the most viewed of the week, understandably. Cudi spits a drug-addled but reflective verse, and Kendrick is on his devil-on-the-shoulder tip. Thoughts?
[Verse 1: Kid Cudi]
I don't need, I don't need nobody
Please shut the front door and walk right in
In the land of the man who rock it all for them
Super Solo Dolo attack, run into that
If you'd like to know, yes, I am on acid
Who could it be? K-I-D
Searching all day in the streets for DMT
Don't sniff it, though - it couldn't answer
Drip, drip all day - bumpin' MGMT, homie
Watch who you hate on, fam', without the facts
Sad niggas back in the hood bumpin' Ratatat
To me it was a dream, a fiend to understand that
You never seen a nigga like me?
I just tell 'em I'm an oxymoron when I open my mouth
'Cause people talk shit before knowing what I'm about
But for sure these Cleveland boys is ill
But pretty soon your gutter bitches wildin' for real, it's such a trip
Hoes around the globe, I'm known to have a fet'
I don't do a thing and these bitches lickin' they lips
Me and Chip reflect on all the hate and jibber jabber
Mmm, you almost got me, but sucker I'm not a sucker
Better get on back...
You pussy motherfuckers get the Will Smith smack
And I am not a fronter, better look up the facts
The world know what it be:
Mr. Rager, Solo Dolo - see me and repeat it
[Hook: Kendrick Lamar]
Come, come now, last call, who want some?
It's just me, two bitches and dirty drums
Two lips to kiss, 22 other nuns
God blessed my tongue, God need it for life
Awkward like car rides, twiddling my thumbs
Pondering my next accomplishments
It's condescending to say I won
Two lips, you kiss my ass tonight, huh?
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2.) Most Political: Jay-Z - Open Letter
Jay-Z used this track to address probing into he and Beyonce's recent anniversary trip to Cuba, and it's Kanye cocky. He paints a buddy-buddy image of he and Obama, and pretty much implies his trip was facilitated by the president with the line "Boy from the hood but got White House clearance." The line prompted a response from White House Press Secretary Jay Carney, who snarkily denied any such clearance, stating that all travel permissions are handled by the US Treasury.
The politicians may have laughed Jay off, but he could clearly care less. He boasts of the millions he made from selling his share in the Brooklyn Nets, and shouts out Chief Keef on the record, incredibly - suggesting he might just provide the young emcee with a kilo of raw to flood the streets with.
What do you make of all this?
I done turned Havana to Atlanta
Guayabera shirts and bandanas
Every time you think they got me I switch the plan up
Bulletproof this, radio scanners
Ballin' 'til they ban us
You gettin' too much bread, they tryna' jam you
Boy from the hood but got White House clearance
Sorry y'all, I don't agree with y'all appearance
Politicians never did shit for me
Except lie to me, distort history
Wanna give me jail time and a fine
Fine, let me commit a real crime
I might buy a kilo for Chief Keef
Out of spite, I just might flood these streets
Hear the freedom in my speech
Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep
Would've bought the Nets to Brooklyn for free
Except I made millions off it, you fuckin' dweeb
I still own the building, I'm still keeping my seat
Y'all buy that bullshit, you'd better keep your receipt
Obama said chill, you gonna get me impeached
But you don't need this shit anyway
Chill with me on the beach
Y'all gon' learn today
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3.) Vividest Description: Action Bronson - Live From Kissena Blvd
An early leak from Funkmaster Flex's upcoming Who You Mad At? Me Or Yourself? mixtape, produced by Statik Selektah. Action's all about imagery, and you have it in spades here. For example, a stretch Cadillac with a maroon dash, a driver named Fletcher and an engine that roars like a mentally disabled lion. A simple shiitake mushroom pasta. Bronson selling dope out of a soccer mom minivan. Jazz bumping from a smoke-filled Jaguar. The list goes on - visualize it.
Yo, the cops set me up, tried to play Action
Good thing I’m like Peyton with the play action
Gold wagon, need a diaper 'cause I’m shittin' on 'em
No lying, engine like a retarded lion
Very special, twist pussy like pretzel
The driver's name's Fletcher
Sit in the back of the Cadillac stretcher
Maroon dash... when the platoon blast
Bluegrass in the Jag playin' jazz
Beige driving glove on my hand
Damn, call me Bam Bam Baklava
Sell tan out the minivan like a soccer mom
Backflip out the 8
Doctor octagon, aqua havaches on
Put the fork in the pasta with the shiitakes on it
Ain’t a dime gettin' moved without Papi on it
Green paper, motherfuckers left sloppy for it
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4.) Most Reflective: Big K.R.I.T. - Meditate
K.R.I.T. bares his soul on this self-produced standout from his K.R.I.T. (King Remembered In Time) mixtape. He reflects on his past, his vices and his career path while expressing uncertainty about his future. It's a venting of frustations, a prayer and a general call for guidance.
This track could have qualified for our "Most Honest" category as well. Can you relate?
Said it with this glass of liquor pouring out my spiritual guidelight
Take me to the other side
Who ever said escaping your problems with empty bottles
Would only delay them til tomorrow? Yes, we surely ride
When the world said fuck ya, how would you reply?
No need to whisper how you feel, this is you and I
I paint pictures of hieroglyphics compared to most rap niggas
But I be over looked, so I just let it slide, let it die, I get high
This so stupid to tell you this wasn't real, be so eager to take it, just how I feel
But lets be honest, the real reason I'm here
To be clear I was never the man of steel
I fell victim too many times to count
Too many times I've died, too many things I doubt
Not enough love in my house, my house is not enough
It's filled with pointless things and those things keep piling up
Those things'll leave you crushed if they fall
To be real I don't think you feel me at all
Can you hear me at all? Can you steer me at all?
To the liquor store....
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5.) Most Braggadocios: Pusha T - Numbers On The Boards
Assumedly an early glimpse of Pusha T's upcoming My Name Is My Name album, with what sounds like production from Kanye West. This is overlord rap, and King Push delivers bar upon bar of hard-earned, unforgiving arrogance.
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me
It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys
Your SL's missing an "S," nigga
Your plane's missing a chef
The common theme, see, they've both got wings
If you fly, do it to death
It's only one God, and it's only one crown
So it's only one king that can stand on this mound
King Push, kingpin, overlord
Coast Gurad come, 100 goin' overboard
I got money with the best of 'em
Go blow-for-blow with any Mexican
Don't let your side bitches settle in
Might have to head, but you're Evelyn
Ballers - I put numbers on the boards
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6.) Craziest Lyricism: Cannibal Ox - Gasses In Hell
"All things come to an end - ask a Mayan." -Vast Aire
After more than a decade-long hiatus, groundbreaking independent Harlem duo Cannibal Ox have returned. They're dropping a single called "Gotham (Ox City)" on April 16, and this is one of three tracks included on it. This is coherent mad scientist rap - emcees Vast Aire and Vordul Mega stitch together dense verses with references ranging from sorcery to Japanese magna, supreme Hindu deities, The Flash and ancient Egyptian creation myths.
Can you wrap your head around it? Who remembers these guys?
[Verse 1: Vast Aire]
My shell is mechanical found ghost
By my ghetto is animal found toast
My fahrenheit is blazin’, I might boast
And you don’t wanna get that close
Gases in Hell, ghost in the shell
My molecules separate like Flash as I propel
Light speed, then the sound
I am the first God to come forth from the mount
Zep Tepi - your world’s empty
And it’s a shame, you had your chance, now watch me
And I ain’t a emcee
I’m more like a sorcerer, trapped in a spellin’ bee
And I’m unstoppable once I get angry
You lit the fuse, mission impossible
I’m Vishnu Aladdin
Just know I enter the tiger and exit the dragon
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A B-side from from Wayne's I Am Not A Human Being II, "I'm Good" consists of three maniacal verses over a chaotically anthemic instrumental from MonstaBeatz. The effect is punishing - both Wayne and Meek ruthlessly bombard the listener with bars. Subject matter notwithstanding, this is the definition of "going in" (although they may have gone a bit too hard).
How did this track affect you?
[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne]
I'm so fucking awesome - my marbles, I lost 'em
I'm taking everything - everything but precaution
Your bitches wanna call us, and text us like Austin
Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since the day I started walking
Bitch, I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
See coke in a drought, sell pussy at an auction
Bullets got a nigga runnin' fast enough to race horses
'Round here, you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em
Kill your ass and leave you behind, like an orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still gettin' baseball money, Barry Larkin
'Round here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin' but we starvin'
I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine
I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered
Green kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer
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8.) Most Ignorant: Chief Keef - Where He Get It?
No real surprise here. While Chief Keef was in juvie, it was rumored that he planned to get baptized upon his release. The subject matter of this new track and video are evidence to the contrary, to say the least. He actually may have violated his probation again already.
They like "Damn Sosa, where you fit that cash at?"
Throwin' all this cash up, bitch, you can have that
Don't try and grab that, this pistol I'mma blast that
I heard you got a hard head, shootin' where your ass at
I get that cash back, get bricks like it's the last
I'm a rich nigga, no props, you a broke bastard
A pistol gun on me, niggas do magic
How he like Chief Sosa, "where he get that cash at?"
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9.) Most Ill-Advised: Ray J - I Hit It First
Ray J's blatant jab at Kanye West and Kim Karadashian was a contender for "No Comment" this week, but LL Cool J and Paisley's 'Accidental Racist' was more stupefying. Instrumental aside, these lyrics are just bad, and come off as a desperate cry for attention; this is a rare case of "self-ethering," as trevsmith so eloqently put it. It's not worthy of analysis or any further discussion - this is a big SMH.
[Hook: Ray J]
She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first
I hop in the club and boppers show love, and I don't even put in work
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first
[Verse 1: Ray J]
I had her head going north and her ass going south
But now baby chose to go West
We deep in the building she know that I kill 'em
I know that I hit it the best
Candles lit with that wine, money still on my mind
And I gave her that really bomb sex
No matter where she goes or who she knows
She still belongs in my bed
Going hard in the streets, mobbin with my homies
Sippin' on good, blowin' on OG
Me and ghost sittin' clean with the matching rollie
I did that first so everybody know me
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"LL Cool J has become one of my closest friends in the world." -Brad Paisley
Even if Paisley and LL hadn't attempted to tackle the race issue, the duet still wouldn't have rung true (no matter how close they've become). Country/rap fusion didn't work for Snoop Dogg and Woody Nelson, and it doesn't work here. We're sure most of you have at least heard about this by now, so we'll leave further commentary up to you.
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There's quite a bit of repetition in the game these days, and specific lyrics tend to get overlooked (with the exception of open rap letters from Jay-Z). This is an opportunity to take a closer listen and really consider what these artists have to say. We encourage your opinions.
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