I hate to say that. Maybe I don't really hate him, I'm just kinda disappointed. He seems to be filled with such potential. But he always falls short for me. I remember him when he was like 13 in the old Hot Boyz shit. (Everytime I come around, you see me Bling Bling.) I remember getting my hands on pieces of Carter I and was semi-impressed.
So I went out and bought Carter II. I was completely disappointed. The only thing I found that I could listen to again was Hustla Muzik. At first, I liked Best Rapper Alive. I thought the Fly In was pretty cool. But after a re-listen, I couldn’t get with ‘em anymore. I guess I kinda put Weezy F Baby, please say the mother fuckin Baby on my pay no mind list. I never meant any disrespect to him. I just didn’t see the point in supporting an artist that couldn’t keep me enthralled for the entire second listen, let alone the first.
Well, none of that info stopped me from purchasing Carter III when it dropped. I gave it a first listen and a few things struck me:
~Is he taking a shot a Jay-Z when he says ‘two words you’ll never hear are Wayne quit.’ ???
~Why did he do a song with Fabo + Juelz? I asked Diddy and he said it was 2002, didn’t I get the memo. To which I replied no, I need to put those 50-70 lbs back on. He retorted that his liver is not in its '02 condition. Cirrhosis is a wonderful thing...
~Why does he pretend to be an alien in Phone Hom’? And why does my version have a contracted E?
~I was pretty impressed by the fact that the song 3-Peat was all one verse and fairly well crafted.
I guess my next part of the last item speaks to a larger issue. I think that opening verse is pretty creative, well crafted and well delivered. But he does the same thing over and over. Every song comes up being the same. It’s him saying shit like, ‘I don’t owe you like two vowels’. Witty, crafty, flipped scripts by the dozens. But there’s no content to his rhymes. I’m blanking now on which song it was, but there was only one record which I could tell you what the joint was about. Other than that it was Weezy being Weezy. (Something which I think Kanye does just as well, 'Tell these bitches like Dorito's that's notcho cheese')
Now I suppose I shouldn’t complain. He’s not stuck in that one track shit that’s killed too many artists. He doesn’t just rap about living in the streets and selling drugs. He is creative and smart with his wordplay. But there’s no substance.
By and large I enjoyed Carter III for its creativity. But Weeze ain’ the BRA. I still say that title belongs to Donda West’s son. Weezy is nice for a change and a step in a good direction away from thug life, back to the fun ish that was what hip hop was intended to be. He’s like the Sugarhill Gang for a new millennia. Like I said, I’m not knocking Wayne. I just think he has his place in this world. And it’s not the BRA.
Monday, August 4, 2008
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