First of all, shoutout to the Czarface crew, 'specially Esoteric, for givin' me support the past couple days. I gots mad appreciation for that, you the best, b. Aight, 'nuff shoutouts, let's do this review!
Growing Up - This beat is a trap beat, but it kinda overproduced, like we got a buncha claps in here random kinda. This rhymin' is lame an' tirin'. Kinda reminds me of Yeat if we could understand him. This reversin' samples in the mix ain't hittin' right either. It's...whateva. Aight intro I guess.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 5/10
9/20
Leader - This startin' out kinda dope. I don't know what he doin' wit' these effects but it kinda interestin'. I really don't be gettin' the point of this track. Son be up in here soundin' like a middle schooler, like he 13 an' talkin' smack while maybe kinda high. This thing got me mad confused, cause yo, son ain't talkin' 'bout NOTHIN'. None of the lines has been corny yet to really talk 'bout, b, but we dang sure is gonna go there soon.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 4/10
8/20
Project Pat - This had betta be good, namin' ya song afta a legend, son.
No. This thing horrible. This track all kindsa WACK!! I jus' had to listen to this shit again, to tell you exactly what the hell's wrong wit' it. Son's hook sound like he goin' thro' puberty still n' his voice crackin' all ova the place. Then we got these lines that sound like son in the special ed class n' he tryna rap while doin Roblox. Lines like ... Nah y'all. AYO, I ain't gonna be postin' no whole-ass song up in here, b! This a whole minefield of wackness. Get yaself togetha son, why'd this song come out, it jus' you wailin' on a mic 'bout how you bad n' shit n' rhymin' the same dang words ova n' ova. Miss me wit' that, for real!!
Beats - 3/10
Lyrics - 1/10
4/20
Tommy - I kinda like this beat, but it needs drums. No.....not THAT kinda drums. This woulda gone hard wit' summa that boom bap typa drums, word. Son's hook straight up terrible. This line "So we geek up and fuck!!!!" gotta be one of the worst deliveries since Uzi's trash bin y'all. Yo, does son even know what he talkin' 'bout?! This thing straight garbage, purified hot garbage, b. This summa that auditory manure. Nah, manure's good for tomatoes n' shit, this thing lyrical menstrual pads. Then son's callin' his chick "my lil' shit"?! Aight, you jus' plain stupid son, word.
Beats - 2/10
Lyrics - 0/10
2/20
Tyla - This track all messy y'all. Look, I dunno what son's been smokin' or drankin', but yo Net, if you readin' this - get off whateva you takin', b. That stuff gon' mess ya up, on me!! Son sayin' he 17 here, so I jus' googled him to double check that mess.
Aight, he really 17, fam. That ain't NO EXCUSE for makin' hot garbage, b!! Look at KRS One - son was signed wit' Scott la Rock when he was this sucka's age. Special Ed, speakin' of special ed, dropped that classic "Youngest in Charge" when he was 17, b. The underground brotha Charizma (R.I.P.) was 18 an' droppin' "Big Shots". Bishop Nehru was droppin' full-on self produced jazz rap albums n' rappin' wit' DOOM hisself at 18. So don't come up in here tellin' me "Oh, yo, I know son's tape kinda wack, but yo, b, you gotta give son a chance, he gotta grow a lil' b". Gotta grow a lil'?! Real talk homie, this ain't no rapper boardin' school! This ain't no kindergarten nursery! I done came up in here lookin' for dope ish, n' I AIN'T come up in here to watch summa these lil' rappers GROW, n' shit. Miss me wit' that, ain't no waitin' on ya to grow up or grow a pair, if you rappin' you betta be tryin' ya best, or don't even drop, son, WORD!!
Gettin' back to the subject of this whole lil' kerfluffle y'all, son's track ain't dope. It's mad screehy, underproduced, n' cringe. He sayin' stuff like "I ain't no child bitch, I ain't been in the VA in like two months". Yo, this summa that lil' boy stuff. This the typa stuff lil' boys be braggin' 'bout, thinkin' it makes them seem hard. Skip.
Beats - 3/10
Lyrics - 4/10
7/20
A$ap - This beat sound like sumthin' I churn out when I been makin' beats the whole day an' it 11pm n' I can't think straight no more. This whole thing a colosal mess. Son got the worst voice he coulda picked on here, n' he droppin' bars like "I was intoxicated, so I ain't know you was there". Yeah, no joke, b. Get this fool outta here ASAP.
Beats - 0/10
Lyrics - 1/10
1/20
FUCK CANCER - This track came on n' I was thinkin' "Oh, son gon' try n' be deep. He gonna talk to us 'bout cancer, n' maybe how his moms got it, n' how he tryna deal wit' it n' summa that real deep, personal typa ish". Nahhhhh. This busta done gone n' made a track 'bout how he smashin' a chick who got Cancer as her sign. Like yo, seriously, b?! You don' ripped us off man, you makin' a whole track based round a dumb pun. What's up wit' all this clown act mess rappers be doin' wit' these cringe as all get out puns?? There pun disease goin' thro' the air or sumthin'?! Miss me wit' this for real, b.
Beats - 3/10
Lyrics - 0/10
3/20
Skipping Class - This intro sample kinda dope. But yo, what the heck this mess wit' son tryna fight the producer label?!
Aight, son don' jus' dropped the worst line of the album right up here. Check this out:
"Bitch, just bring whatever, I just want whatever chopper
Pushin' buttons, choppers, you was lookin' for my llama, llama"
Word is bond y'all, son jus' keep gettin' worser n' worser as the tape continues.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 2/10
6/20
Beach Leak - This beat got a tiny lil' bit of a kick in it, word. Ain't enuff tho'. What this mixin' 'bout tho'?! They let some Italian organ grinder's monkey in on the turntables or what?!? Summa this random piano key mess jus' sound so wack y'all.
The lyrics here is kinda passable, they still wack, don't get it twisted, but I kinda got the general idea of what son was tryna tell me, which is a massive improvment yo. But all this hit n' miss, if he can't tell the story straight, why he gon' tell it all??
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 5/10
9/20
Shut Up - This beat wit' all them reversed - HOL UP!!! The hell is this?! That beat drop gotta the worst attempt at a beat drop all year, this thing mad wack yo! All them reversed noises jus' outta place.
We got dumbass lines all ova this whole tape. We got lines like:
"She pull my pants down slut
I think she want what's in my pants, now what?"
This thing all kindsa wack an' immature, b. Skip.
Beats - 0/10
Lyrics - 0/10
0/20
Birdbox - I ain't even gon' articulate how this whole song feel like son wrote it on a bad 'cidtrip n' he tryna force us all into his world. Word is bond y'all, I ain't against no experimental stuff, but when ya voice soundin' like you chokin', n' ya beat be soundin' like that organ grinder monkey still up on yo piano, b, I ain't gonna be feelin' it. This McDonalds french fry oil in rap form, this dogshit, b.
Beats - 1/10
Lyrics - 3/10
4/20
Drop the Blunt - Did son sample K-pop or sumthin' here??? This sample mad wack. This anotha track I don't be gettin' the point of one bit y'all. Son soundin' like he all drunk outta his mind n' he ain't talkin' nuthin' but how he roll, soul, roll, rol roll. Roll away n' shut up, b, this mix is shit too, word.
Beats - 2/10
Lyrics - 1/10
3/20
Perc Soda - Son musta drank perc soda befo' writin'. This whole thing brainrot in lyric form, like I can feel myself losin' braincells jus' playin' this shit, b. Son got neurons runnin' out my nostrils, there gon' be a lotta cleanin' afta this. I don't even be knowin' what he talkin' 'bout AGAIN. Pointless-ass song.
Beats - 2/10
Lyrics - 1/10
3/20
Laughin' - This woulda been a good concept I guess, but son miscarried that thing like he Marilyn Monroe. We got this line right outta the gate: "I might use a cutter, go pick up your brother, fuck her". How this makin' sense, b?! Let's examine this: "Go pick up your brother". Aight, okay. Then "Fuck HER". HER???? I thought you was tellin' the imaginary opp to pick up his brotha, b??? Brotha's is male right? Or maybe not, I don't know, but yo, usually brothas is MALE. If they gonna be trans, woulda been nice to tell us, word. This beat wack too, b.
Beats - 2/10
Lyrics - 3/10
5/20
Say Please - This the only track I can say got a solid concept behind it. Son's hook actually kinda good, except for that artichoke line, which jus' unnecessary. But son got a concept, showin' he CAN be a good writer if he jus' puts his mind in it, word. Otha than that, this track mad forgettable, b.
Beats - 3/10
Lyrics - 4/10
7/20
That was a chore to get thro' y'all. Let's tally it up.
71/280
25%
This thing wack. This thing like all kindsa wack, like son jus' brought us the full on Wacky Pack. I didn't come outta this thinkin ' "Ooh, Nettspend a bad ass fucking kid". I came out thinkin' "This is your brain on drugs".
It soundin' like discount Yeat for one. One thing I gotta say nice 'bout Yeat, is that Yeat done perfected overproduced garbage. That's his talent.
Here, this Nettspend kid ain't even perfected THAT. Like he on a level below overproduced garbage. Summa them beats that kid he got wit' him, OK, that kid there, he made them things. An' summa them beats OK be makin' ain't overproduced. They FRIED. I mean they cooked, b. They soundin' like they jus' been in the microwave n' got stepped on. Like that ain't a meal, b. Ayo, if this album was a meal, son served us charcoal crisps wit' french fry oil on top. This whole thing garbage, I ain't eatin' none of this.
Plus, that "FUCK CANCER" track mad lame n' mad disrespectful son. You oughta know betta than that, shoulda gone on a concious tip n' kicked some rhymes 'bout how many poor mothers ain't got their soons n' how many husbands gon' lose they wives cause of cancer. But no. You had to go n' write a porno. Miss me wit' that shit, grow a brain an' grow up. That album cover dang accurate, you actin' immature this whole album, b. I was a bad kid at 17, word, but even I knowed 'nuff to not be jokin' 'bout cancer like that. I was out taggin' trains n' gettin' stabbed in alleyways n' shit, not out here writin' rhymes 'bout how I'mma bang chicks wit' a cancer joke. Hell, I wasn't even THINKIN' 'bout girls, son! You rappers oughta fix up ya lives. Aight, I'm out, peace!
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