One million records sold!?!
An idiot savant’s most experimental studio album became the first record to sell a million units in its first week since 50 Cent’s The Massacre. The significance of this has been severely underplayed (unlike “Lollipop”). This could seriously mean the end of bimbos.
The Massacre and The Carter III could not be any more dissimilar. Massacre was a sure bet. The follow-up to the infectious Get Rich or Die Trying, it tried to stick to its predecessor's template but played more like Got Rich and Stopped Trying. The first song released - the single-entendre ditty “Candy Shop”– was infamous for two main reasons: driving producer Scott Storch to prominence and 50’s sung chorus fully transforming him into his nemesis Ja Rule. The Massacre sold millions in spite of itself and solidified 50 Cent as rap’s new Goliath.
But, 50 is a bimbo (his constant need for attention, his big tits, and the fact that he surrounds himself with friends that are less appealing than him are ALL textbook bimbo moves). And I’ve never been all that into bimbos, but I used to have a thing for the inscrutable girls. I always assumed the frowning disinterested ones were guarding something worth getting. Their diffident mumblings, easy dismissals, and stilted conversation would ensnare me and I’d strain to untangle their workings. Listen to “Shoot Me Down” from TC3 and tell me that’s not an inscrutable girl.
“Please don’t shoot me down,” she coos. But it’s Wayne’s plea to himself. In the context of Wayne’s drug abuse and his admitted admiration of Kurt Cobain, it makes sense that he wrote a contemplative grunge-rock song. Wayne seems to be asking two contradictory questions. He asks that he not undo all of his success with his addictions, but he also asks that he not fuck up his own high. In between, there are tangents, tough-talk and gossamer-thin metaphors breaking up the linear flow of his thoughts. Despite a lack of linear literalism in his lyrics, Lil Wayne loses little of his meaning.
The fact that “Shoot Me Down” immediately precedes “Lollipop” is no surprise, though. The problem with mystery women is that eventually and inevitably you find that their icy hauteur or stolid indifference only served as a mask for a much more prosaic personality. Once you take off the glasses and let down the hair, sometimes you just get the prom queen.
Downloads
Lil Wayne: Shoot Me Down
See above
Wale: Mr. Carter (freestyle)
Wale is flying up my favorite rapper charts with stuff like this and his latest mixtape.
50 Cent: Ski Mask Way
Easily the best song on The Massacre thanks mainly to Disco D's (RIP) production.
An idiot savant’s most experimental studio album became the first record to sell a million units in its first week since 50 Cent’s The Massacre. The significance of this has been severely underplayed (unlike “Lollipop”). This could seriously mean the end of bimbos.
The Massacre and The Carter III could not be any more dissimilar. Massacre was a sure bet. The follow-up to the infectious Get Rich or Die Trying, it tried to stick to its predecessor's template but played more like Got Rich and Stopped Trying. The first song released - the single-entendre ditty “Candy Shop”– was infamous for two main reasons: driving producer Scott Storch to prominence and 50’s sung chorus fully transforming him into his nemesis Ja Rule. The Massacre sold millions in spite of itself and solidified 50 Cent as rap’s new Goliath.
But, 50 is a bimbo (his constant need for attention, his big tits, and the fact that he surrounds himself with friends that are less appealing than him are ALL textbook bimbo moves). And I’ve never been all that into bimbos, but I used to have a thing for the inscrutable girls. I always assumed the frowning disinterested ones were guarding something worth getting. Their diffident mumblings, easy dismissals, and stilted conversation would ensnare me and I’d strain to untangle their workings. Listen to “Shoot Me Down” from TC3 and tell me that’s not an inscrutable girl.
“Please don’t shoot me down,” she coos. But it’s Wayne’s plea to himself. In the context of Wayne’s drug abuse and his admitted admiration of Kurt Cobain, it makes sense that he wrote a contemplative grunge-rock song. Wayne seems to be asking two contradictory questions. He asks that he not undo all of his success with his addictions, but he also asks that he not fuck up his own high. In between, there are tangents, tough-talk and gossamer-thin metaphors breaking up the linear flow of his thoughts. Despite a lack of linear literalism in his lyrics, Lil Wayne loses little of his meaning.
The fact that “Shoot Me Down” immediately precedes “Lollipop” is no surprise, though. The problem with mystery women is that eventually and inevitably you find that their icy hauteur or stolid indifference only served as a mask for a much more prosaic personality. Once you take off the glasses and let down the hair, sometimes you just get the prom queen.
Downloads
Lil Wayne: Shoot Me Down
See above
Wale: Mr. Carter (freestyle)
Wale is flying up my favorite rapper charts with stuff like this and his latest mixtape.
50 Cent: Ski Mask Way
Easily the best song on The Massacre thanks mainly to Disco D's (RIP) production.
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1 comment:
ribi...on point yet again. i got an archived save for you. in honor of juvee's 10 year release of 400 degreez...youtube his ha! video. forward to 3:33 secs in the vid.
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