Slava P had a pocket full of ass whoopings, but unfortunately, there was a hole in it. The only thing people can agree upon when talking about Lil Wayne is that he’s incredibly polarizing. This partially lies in the fact that he’s an easy target for criticism with his absurd fashion choices, unexplainable passion for […]

Slava P found out what happened to that Boy George cassette. What happened to Terrence Thornton? The braided half of the former “under-appreciated” (his words) pairing The Clipse has abandoned his daily rituals of working the Virginia corners and slinging cocaine in favor of flights to Hawaii with Kanye and building on his #menswear collection. […]

Let the record show that Slava P coined the term: trailer park escape music. Save Me Feat. M. Shadows & Synyster Gates Introspective raps about having slightly more cash than you used to. What I Do Feat. Bun B & Dubo Sing song cockiness and militant lyricals with rent-a-Bun verse

Slava P bought a tomb next to Howard Zinn after listening to this album. Ayesha Says (Intro) Familiar qualms offered by poetic sis: like angry Wale. Strange Fruition feat. Casey Benjamin White guilt overload over deconstructed strings and loose metaphors. ITAL (Roses) Pedantic lectures: pseudo-intellectual rap-pleas & pander

Don’t even talk to Slava P about fashion. He wrote the entire third season of Project Runway. In Sao Paolo, Brazil, there exists a luxury fashion emporium called Daslu. In 1979, the founder of Daslu, Eliana Tranchesi, began making and selling clothes from home, eventually going on to rent out the neighboring houses to keep […]

Slava P’s main problem is avoiding saying “Fuck DJ Khaled” in the last line of every haiku. So Dedicated feat. Birdman Start off strong; talk of refrigerated semen. The tone has been set. Same Damn Tune Pornographic bars detail exploits that no one asked to hear about. Cashed Out Poignant questions asked: “Who the fuck […]

Slava P is just saying that this album has a John Mayer guest spot. Start Playstation noises. All “classic” albums begin with a short intro. Thinking About You Same vocals, third mix. Callow, endearing lyrics. But over-produced. Fertilizer Flipping through channels, a commercial for shit. Or, a love song. Or both. Sierra Leone Sleepy and […]