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The album is too long. It starts out strong imo. Songs 1 - 8 are all keepers. The wheels fall off quick after that.
I could do without the next like 5 or 6 songs. I understand he's got a wide audience he needs to appeal to so I get the Drake, Ella Mai, Kodak Black, Melli, Jeremih, and 21 Savage features.
But none of those songs do it for me. After Championships, (which would be a much better song if it was Ross rapping), I don't like another song till OodleS. I like 100 Summers. I rock with Stuck in my Ways and Cold Hearted 2, the outro.
So 1-8, 13, 15, 17, & 19.
12 out of 19, which is about what I expected to like if had 19 songs.
Some big money was spent on production, some costly sample flips I imagine.
No one on OKP wants to talk about Jay? That's the verse of the year for me probably. I'll have to have a year end review to go over verses I've loved throughout the year but goddamn if he didn't kill that shit.
The section about the parts of pig and pork given to black people, "shit you discarded and that we ingested, we made the project the wave" then immediately draws a parallel to the hood and how white came back reinvested, gentrified shit.
Jigga: In the land of the free, where the blacks enslaved Three-fifths of a man, I believe's the phrase I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt free (Yeah) 100% of Ace of Spades, worth half a B (Uh) Roc Nation, half of that, that's my piece Hunnid percent of Tidal to bust it up with my Gs, uh Since most of my niggas won't ever work together You run a check up but they never give you leverage No red hat, don't Michael and Prince me and Ye They separate you when you got Michael and Prince's DNA, uh I ain't one of these house niggas you bought My house like a resort, my house bigger than yours My spou- (C'mon, man) My route better, of course We started without food in our mouth They gave us pork and pig intestines Shit you discarded that we ingested, we made the project a wave You came back, reinvested and gentrified it Took niggas' sense of pride, now how that's free? And them people stole the soul and hit niggas with 360s, huh I ain't got a billion streams, got a billion dollars Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this We was praisin' Billboard, but we were young Now I look at Billboard like, "Is you dumb?" To this day, Grandma 'fraid what I might say They gon' have to kill me, Grandmama, I'm not they slave Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, check out the bizarre Rappin' style used by me, the H-O-V Look at my hair free, carefree, niggas ain't ne'er free Enjoy your chains, what's your employer name with the hairpiece? I survived the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me My accountant's so good, I'm practically livin' tax free Factory, that's me Sold drugs, got away scot-free That's a CC, E-copy Guilt free, still me And expect me to not feel a way to this day You would say y'all killed me Sucker free, no shuckin' me, I don't jive turkey Say "Happy Thanksgiving," shit sound like a murder to me Smoke free, all of y'all callin' out toll free Label rob you for millions yet you wanna put a hole in me Sugar free, seasoned but I'm salt free You lay a hand on Hov, my shooter shoot for free I promise World War Three Send a order through a hands free Kill you in 24 hours or shorter, you can't ignore the hand speed On god, it's off the head, this improv but it's no comedy Sign I fail? Hell nah (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Hahahahahahahahaha
I'm not stupid hype off the Seinfeld line like a lot of people are but it's cool. ----- Cameo Soundshape Records
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