Ayo, ayo, what the hell's up homies?! It's ya boy Young Denzel, an' today, we gonna be comin' right atcha wit' a brand new review, fresh of the muthafuckin' presses, WORD!!The reviewin' king been hella busy since the last update, movin' different states n shit, but yo, we still the same hardcore real as fuck blog. Ya feel me?! Aight, nuff talk, time for some action, word!!
This lil kid Nav, son jus' gone n dropped a fresh album. Now we ain't sure if this thing's gonna slap or not till we play it, but yo, most y'all who been followin' any kinda hip-hop reviewers KNOW that son considered bland. He got summa them wack bars too, like Nav kinda what happens when you blend your uncle's golf buddies witta rapper type. But yo, we gonna give the kid a chance, namsayin'. Round here, we gots one motto for y'all - Don't Believe the Hype - or the LACK of it. Aight, let's jump in. Givin' this shit a spin now, WORD!!
Sinking - This startin' out aight. The beat drop betta go hard tho'. Cause if we jus' keep gettin' this autotune jazz intro, it ain't gonna be good. This is aight as an intro, but the shit betta NOT be the full album's aesthetic. Cause this thing soundin' like Walmark Darke tryna get a lil' country wit' it, nahmean? It got this soft guitar, n' autotune n' shit. Meh.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 5/10
9/20
You ft. Don Toliver - We startin' off slow. Oh this beat got a lil kick to it now. This maybe what they shoulda been doin' on the intro, shit woulda got me more...hm...pulled in, nahmean? Ah hell nah. Nav sangin' n' slobberin' all over this beat here. Damn. This ain't a PERFECT beat, but word is bond y'all, somebody like Denzel Curry coulda torn this shit up proper. This beat soundin' like sumthin' that coulda been on ZUU in parts. Aight, then they jus' took the drums out, so now it's lame. Why they ruin tracks like that?? Why?? Y'all hate us or sumthin' b!?? Don Toliver doin' whateva, soundin' he tryna imitate Afrobeats or sumthin'. Shit soft n wack. The beat ain't savin' nobody here cause these suckas ain't usin' the thing right. Word!!
Beats - 7/10
Lyrics - 3/10
10/20
Stay Up - So far a lotta these beats followin' the same typa formula. These raps be soundin' like drunken freestyles n' shit. Like this the typa stuff I be expectin' somebody who done got too high for his own good to be tryna spit. We got this line that kinda seemin' mad unnecessary to me: "Girl, don't touch my cup 'cause it ain't no liquor". Okay. Don't get why son gotta toss that line in, cause it ain't goin' nowhere. Damn. This song fuckin' borin' y'all, so damn slow n' kinda blurry. Melatonin takes this shit to go to sleep.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 3/10
7/20
Burbs - Aight, aight y'all. You gotta here this track fam. On me. Jus' for the laughs. Shit sounds like what that white kid in the 7th grade woulda rapped!! We got Nav wit' his golfer lookin' ass up in here sayin' "You could try me if you want, but the last one died and got put on a shirt". AYO!! B!! Allow me to doubt that game you be talkin' huh?! Brotha, you know how we do it, I'mma keep it a hunna wit' y'all. We woulda had an easier time believin' you was up in there killin' flies or grasshoppers, or hell, even killin' the muthafuckin' time, but AIN'T NO WAY that you do stuff like "Pull up on my opps and I'ma hit 'em where it hurt". If Nav pullin' up, I ain't trippin'! I'mma be waitin' for this kid to walk up ask me where the nearest Starbucks is at, WORD! Homie gonna be askin' 'bout if he can pick up tea tree oil or sum typa shit like that in the hood. He ain't gonna hop out guns blastin'. DAMN!! Miss me me wit' that shit, for real b! Like Riley said, "Game recognise game n you lookin' mighty unfamiliar right now!"
Nav gonna be pullin' up on these opps n talkin' harsh to em, that's it y'all. On me! Miss me wit' this mess 'bout messin' up car rims n whateva the hell "I'm rubbin' her mask out" means. WORD!!
Beats - 3/10
Lyrics - 5/10
8/20
Unlimited ft. Playboy Carti - Playboy Carti startin' off here. He soundin' like he always be soundin'. This bar here "Niggas be switchin' sides, hol' up, they like lesbians" shit not even makin' no fuckin' sense. Lesbians ain't switchin' up for jack shit, you know that son? If they lesbian, ah fuck, I jus' made the whole connexion. Still a fuckin' wack bar Carti. Get ya act togetha, b, word!
Aight, Nav comin' in now, let's see how son handlin' this.
There a lotta weak ass lines here, but the worst is when Nav spits "I could fuck around, go deep voice just like I'm Carti". Then he actually tried to sound like Carti on that bar. Shit soundin' goofy as all get out, WORD!
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 5/10
9/20
Back 2 Business - Nav up in here tryna be all hardcore again. The shit jus' don't suit his aesthetic, it jus' don't. He talkin' bout he "playin' the game like a fiddle!" Son, I woulda been more likely to believe that you actually play a damn wooden fiddle n shit, maybe for your middle school band or sumthin'. Then we got "Molotovs, leave your face in a pasta". Hol' up son, the hell does this mean? Pasta? I ain't gettin' this, maybe I jus' ain't on the same level of immortal conscious y'all be seemin' to achieve, but yo, that line ain't makin' no kindsa sense. We endin' wit' "I had too many chains on, so I left 'em on when I shower". Aight, nice, way to get rust I guess son. Enjoy that shit.
The beat here got some kick to it but it all ova the place. Word.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 4/10
8/20
U.N.I - I gotta hand it to son's producer here, that sample of a lady singin' got placed right. That's gonna be the only thing I'm likin' here tho'. NAv on his Dollar Store Drizzy wannabe tip. This shit ain't got much to it, but there's a heckuva lotta lyrical sharpin' n flattin'. There ain't nuthin' BAD 'bout the lyrics, but yo, when you been listenin' to rap done right, you kinda get an ear for when stuff ain't QUITE right. Like son, I can't really imagine ANY of these lyrics bein' spit by, hm, Raekwon, or sumbudy like that. I can't. It jus' ain't clickin' right, word. Anyhow, this song got sum nice samplin', but you ain't missin' much.
Beats - 5/10
Lyrics - 4/10
9/20
One of None - This thing soundin' like a bad fever dream in autotune. We got anotha dumbass line here: "Besides you, the only time I speak my mind is on my Pro Tools". This whole song soundin' like anotha bad attempt at Afrobeats. Shit soft as hell tooo, got daisies fallin' out my ears, word.
Beats - 5/10
Lyrics - 4/10
9/20
Nxxd You - Don't know why son put them X's in the title when ain't no other song here got that shit. Oh. This not a love song. This a track 'bout his favourite girl in the world is his ecstacy pills. This the closest we gotten to actual poetry n it even shit I can relate to cause I don't be takin' that shit. This drug rap actually got me feelin' sorry for son cause he's rappin' bout how he can't live wit'out ecstacy, n callin' the drug his angel n shit. Damn son. Do like I do. Find yourself a blonde or sumthin. Damn.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 5/10
9/20
Real Me - This the same typa mess we already been gettin' from son. Now he talkin' bout human chicks he likes n dissin' drugs. Son, which is it?! You either loyal to ya pills or the chicks, there ain't no two masters. Skip.
Beats - 5/10
Lyrics - 4/10
9/20
Red - Son jus' keeps talkin' bout all the shit he takin'. That's WACK son. Jus' for your information, nahmean? He even sayin' "I been feelin' fucked up lately, I gotta break my silence". Word? You ain't been doin' nuthin' but that for the past, hm, ten songs I think? Yo, I don't know, but on me son, that drug rap gotten too much, shit's gotta go.
Son's producer thought it would be a good idea to close out wit' sounds of Nav drankin' syrup. Nah, that shit right there, assault on the eardrums. I oughta turn the producer's face to pasta, or whateva that line Nav said was.
Beats - 5/10
Lyrics - 3/10
8/20
Keep Going - Oh fuck, what is this? This autotune garbage son be on got me goin' through all the stages of grief, ya feel me??? There ain't nuthin' at all to this song, track felt like unsalted crackers.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 3/10
7/20
Get 2 You - Aight. Seems like we gonna be goin' out here witta whole buncha tired druggie raps. We got this bars that make Nav look like a real loser, word:
"Said you can't put up with my shit when you really should've
Gettin' influenced by these girls, you wanna be put up
Tell me if you find somebody that's really worth it
You should accept me for my flaws 'cause nobody perfect"
Son, if this is how you talkin' to chicks, you deserve bein' left.
Beats - 3/10
Lyrics - 3/10
6/20
Pain Away - This thing produced by some Dre Moon, anotha one of them Dr. Dre wannabes. This soundin' like a Drake/Afrobeats mix. It don't sync up right, cause the sample here fadin' in an' out, but it not the right typa sample to pull this ish together. That "You just like Novacaine, you gonna numb the pain" line generic as hell. Aight. We done.
Beats - 4/10
Lyrics - 4/10
8/20
Damn, we finally done wit' that shit. Aight, let's tally it all up.
116/280
41%
This whole record a step up from the previous shit son be makin', but it soundin' like autotuned druggie rap. Like this the typa stuff I be expectin' my brain to create if I start ODin' on pills n mess. There's enough corny ass bars here to keep things interestin' too. An word is bond y'all, Nav gotta quit talkin' 'bout pullin' up on opps cause he ain't doin' NONE of that. Son looks like he can show you where to buy boards in Home Depot. The songs that ain't like that either a whole buncha mess we done heard 'bout before, n' heard from betta men, or they jus' slam poetry type ish. Hell, that beard got more structure than summa the songs he be puttin' out. Aight, I'm out. Bottom line is, y'all ain't missin' jack. Peace!!
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