A lot of you Internet lurkers seem to hate The Game, but per the gist of my Times review that ran yesterday, he raps well, picks good beats, gets great guest appearances, and makes albums that are competent homages to the West Coast gangster rap that I grew up loving. Granted, I probably could’ve used 250 words to drone on, but thus is life. Besides, I co-sign pretty much the entirety of Zeus’ review.
The moral of the story is that The Game is not better than your favorite rapper but he’s better than you think. Also, there is a high probability that at some point in the next 14 months, The Game will break into Dr. Dre’s house and boil his pet rabbit.