No dalliances, do wayward (and likely unrelated) anecdotes, no nothing. Just good, interesting music:
Chief Keef, "I Don't Like": There are some details* behind this song that might be interesting to, like, 80 people or so, but mostly this song is important because IT FUCKING ROCKS TITS. Plus, its spine, the acerbic claim "That's that shit I don't like" functions beautifully as quip, both in real life and on Twitter, the second of which might even be more important than the first, which is either really cool or really sad, depending on if you're my dad or not. Amar'e Stoudemire's braids? That's that shit I don't like. Wearing pants while I eat? That's that shit I don't like. So on and so on.
*The most compelling subplot: Kanye and 'dem made a remix that sucked. The producer of the original version took to Twitter to cut it up. It was the first time that Kanye ever looked so uncool. And it made me way sadder than I was anticipating. Ooh, since we're here....
Kanye and 'dem, "Mercy": Has anybody ever been as good at producing brand-new sounds as Kanye? ...Oh, oh, they have? Dang. Fuck it. But were they in that fur coat, tho?
Future, "Pop That": Just kidding. Sorry. Here, put this in your ears. It helps.
Delo, "P's and Qs": Tough stuff from local favorite Delo. He's maybe only knowing two important people away from having Big K.R.I.T.'s career. This is a track from his most recent mixtape, Hood Politics Vol. 3. It's not even the best song.
2 Chainz feat. Drake, "No Lie," : 2 Chainz is rap's Stephen Hawking (all the pieces fit in that analogy; ALL OF THEM). He will be the catalyst to the evolution of the genre same as Drake was a few years ago, except his lips will be decidedly less pursed and his hairline will be decidedly less distinct. For real, no one has ever been less capable of having a hairline than 2 Chainz.
That shit is all over the place. He looks like he's related to the ghost twins from The Matrix 2.
Meek Mill, Dreamchasers 2: This isn't a song, it's a mixtape. Whatevs, bro. What are you? The MP3 police? Relax.
Mill is a bit of a toss-up. I saw him in concert last April when he was in town with Lil Wayne and Rick Ross. The best part of his show was that I was able to get up and go to the restroom and not miss anything important. It seems like he can only ever be really great ("Dope Boy") or really bad (he's kind of like a human version of someone in a not-that-great car doing a burnout in a parking lot because there are a bunch of people standing around, and that guy is the worst.
No girls ever see that guy and are like, "Oh my God. That was so hot. Why am I not blowing him right now?" Fortunately, he's more of the latter here. Or I don't know. Maybe my brain has become mush. What are you? The mush-brain police? Relax.
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