September 11, 2013

Rick-Ross-No-GamesDeen doesn’t do bow ties.

It’s fair to say that Rawse has settled into something resembling a comfortable groove. He doesn’t really seem to be all that interested in or capable of making the biggest hits he can. In lieu of proper hit-making Rawse seems to have settled for making anthemic bangers that’ll do just enough to keep him relevant to his core audience by slipping into rotation at your local clubs. Basically, he’s turned himself into a big budget version of Ace Hood. Then again, there was never that much to him in the first place.

I suppose I just expected more from the pairing of Rawse and Future. I’m certain this shit will do decent enough for him, but it just sounds underwhelming to me. What’s the point of a Future Troutman hook if the sad-robot is going to chant instead of emote? HANH? I guess he’ll just keep cashing those hook man checks. When you’re hot, you’re hot. Trap Lawd Still In Stores.

Then there’s the issue of Justice League not necessarily providing us with what we’ve come to expect from their productions: luxurious sounding smoothness. Or maybe I’m just that detached from their oeuvre these days. I just don’t recall them dealing in messy ass synth bangers that inspire more chanting than melody.

But it’s not all bad. Rawse’s performance is strong. He sounds far from corpulent, even if he’s talking about absolutely nothing – as always. And given the benefit of 10 more listens, I could see myself yelling along with this shit while I’m drunk someday. As soon as I can actually afford good liquor again.

However, I’m more than happy to admit that the song is uninspired. As a matter of fact, I wrote 90% of this piece within minutes of hearing it (I’m sure you folks can tell that I’m no great thinker), but I just couldn’t bring myself to finish the piece because I felt as if the lack of inspiration in the song affected my writing. Thankfully, I’m shameless enough to get all meta on y’all and ask Weiss to publish the shit anyway. I suspect Future and Rawse’s engineer felt the exact same way when he sent the files off to whoever broke this song in a strip club somewhere. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll head to a strip club now. Hopefully I don’t hear this shit there.

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