So, I won’t lie, son. I’m absolutely trolling with the title of this post, man. On the real, I have no intention of pitting Nas against Jay-Z and Beyoncé, fam. Shit, even though I believe The Carters are being a liiiiiittle bit petty with their release date, I have no evidence to back that up, bruh. With that being said, I’d much rather take this time to talk about the music on Nasir and Everything Is Love. All in all, let’s just get to the shits, folks.
Ok, for those who missed it, it seems like everybody dropped a damn album on Friday, son. Side note, a huge shout-out to Jay Rock, man. Real talk, his Redemption album is fucking DOPE, fam! Everyone should really take a listen. In any case, let’s get back to Nas, Hov & Bey, bruh. To begin, let’s start with Nasir, the new Kanye West-produced Nas album. So, since CoonYe, excuse me, Kanye is behind the boards, it’s probably best to start with the production, people. Now, it’s common knowledge that I’m not feeling Kanye’s whole vibe right now. However, that fool still knows how to make a damn beat, brethren.
Keeping it a buck, Kanye devised the perfect plan for a Nas album: don’t let Nas pick any of the beats and don’t let Nas write any of the hooks. Look, as legendary of emcee that Nas is, he’s TERRIBLE at picking instrumentals, son. Hell, he even uses the song “Simple Things” to address that fact on the album, man. Listen, he tries to spin it in some cool way like “never sold a record for the beat, it’s my verses they purchase,” but come on, fam. He knows damn well his beat selection game is tri-di-dash, bruh. In addition, with The-Dream, 070 Shake and Kanye handling hook duties, Nas can just focus on rapping. Frankly, I don’t know why other producers haven’t taken this approach before.
Anyway, as weird as it is for me to say this, I must be frank, son. *Sigh* Nas himself is my problem with this album, man. Keeping it a buck, this isn’t the best version of Nasir, no pun intended. Listen, Nas will always be able to put words together, fam. Like, that’s his gift in life, bruh. But, I have two issues with his rhyming on this album. First, he raps offbeat… a lot. Shit, just listen to the first song where he talks about the founder of Fox News being Black. It’s offbeat as a muhfucka, folks! Also, his overall bars aren’t as descriptive as I would like them to be. Look, this is the man who wrote “I Gave You Power,” people. He can do better than “Black kids get hit with like five.” That’s all I’m saying, brethren.
Now, that’s all I have to say for Nas, son. Listen, I see people going crazy over the album, but I still think it could’ve been better, man. In addition, we can’t ignore Ye’s fuckery and Kelis‘s allegations against Nas. All I can say is, I don’t blame certain individuals for not fucking with the album, fam. Shit, I’m at the point where I don’t even know who to support anymore, bruh. I swear, all of our heroes may be trash, folks. *Sigh* Being a fan is damn near impossible these days, people. Well, that’s all I’m going to say about that.
Moving on, let’s talk about Jay and Bey’s surprise album, son. Now, to be fair, I haven’t given this album enough spins to have a definitive feeling about it. Ok, yeah, I’ve listened to it about five times, but that’s still not enough time to understand all of the nuance and intricacies, man. In any case, from my first impressions, I must say that the production is immaculate, fam. Look, when I say “immaculate,” I’m purely talking about sonic quality, bruh. On the real, The Carters would NEVER put out a record that isn’t well-produced, people. Shit, they have too much money and too much access for that, folks.
In any case, from a subject matter standpoint, the album ain’t really about nothing. I mean, they already address their marital issues on both Lemonade and 4:44, son. Frankly, unless they start naming Hov’s side pieces, they can’t really shed too much more light on their union. So, where does that leave us? With a lot of stunting in the lyrics, man. Now, stunting is always a good time, so the album has jams to rock out to. But, it’s not like the album is some life-changing work that I need to come running back to. Listen, could I feel differently in a couple of weeks? Maybe. But, as of right now, the album is just cool, fam. Nothing more, nothing less.
In the end, June has been active as fuck with the music, son. Ultimately, there’s gotta be something for everyone, man. All I know is, I’m still on this Daytona album by Pusha T, fam. At the end of the day, who doesn’t want to hear about “flipping a bird” while zoning out at work? That is all. LC out.