I was reading this paragraph and I was like wait... Lemme start over because it sounds like their saying the Dre reaches for a white audience and Kendrick doesn't. And that's exactly what they're saying LMAO very clever complex:

In many ways, Compton is a child of To Pimp a Butterfly, if only Kendrick had the same sense of urgency when reaching to the bleachers. Where Lamar's work has never wrestled much with populism's tools—he's not quite as grudging about it as J. Cole, but treats them as a strategic necessity rather than a pillar of his art—Dre is defined by his sense for music's ability to create a vast common ground, where one can't help but join him. And so the textures of current-day Los Angeles, the textures of proudly marginal artists descended from Madlib and J Dilla, are tightened, made more economical, punchier, more concise: choruses that risk being cheesy (but you love anyway), formal song structures, self-evident emotions, direct lyrics. Rather than pushing outward arbitrarily, it plays carefully, purposefully, with pop predictability and the unexpected. So the DJ Muggs-esque Game feature "Just Another Day," wedded to a beat that meshes wobbling Madlib sonics with a Girbaud-sagging gangster breakbeat—real underground shit—still feels widescreen, brought to the foreground by singer Asia Bryant's closing chorus.

Here's the link to the whole thing
http://www.complex.com/music/2015/08/review-dr-dre-compton