REVIEW - Big Sean: Better Me Than You

 Ayo, listen up! It's ya boy Dondi White, droppin' that fresh review, straight off the press. Buckle up for safety cause y'all are gonna get taken on a mad wild ride. Straight outta the South Bronx, where they call our block "Wish a Sucka Would". Y'all know what I mean, word.

Gonna cut the flexing out for now cause yo, Big Sean came through with an album yesterday. With all that static between him and Kendrick, we figured Kendrick would drop something today or real soon, but nah, Kendrick’s still playin’ that silent assassin role, just waitin' to clap back when he’s called out.

Real talk though, Big Sean is straight jokes to me. Man’s just another puppet the industry built, spittin’ some of the corniest bars out there. Dude’s got potential but wastes it with lazy rhymes, wack punchlines, trash beats, and albums that sound like a teenage playlist on shuffle. This dude’s a diva, spoiled by the game, always rappin' about bread and chicks. If he actually pulls off a solid album, I’ll give him his props, but I ain’t holdin’ my breath. We’ll see what’s good though.

Pressure - Aight, this intro got some flavor with those random samples. Not bad.

Iconic - Here comes the bars. This soundin’ like Drake a lil’ bit. The beat is light as hell, geesh. The Funk Flex shoutout’s cool though. Rhymes are tight, but the subject matter's generic. It's alright, but that outro is kinda whatever.

Beats - 5/10  

Lyrics - 5/10  

10/20

Typecast - This beat is hittin’ harder. Lyrics are straight, but still got that Drake vibe. Whole track feels mad generic, like he’s tryna tell his life story but with no soul. Sean used to have more energy, now he just sounds tired.

Beats - 7/10  

Lyrics - 6/10  

13/20

Break the Cycle - Feels like more of the same. I like his flow in the first part, but damn, everything got the same flow, no real emotion. He’s tryna get deep in the second verse, but it just sounds corny and confused. Switches the flow a bit, thankfully. But this whole joint’s a snooze fest. That line about his mom being a Delta flight attendant? Trash.

Beats - 7/10  

Lyrics - 5/10  

12/20

Who You Are - Man, this sounds like Drake again. He raps harder here though. The beat’s pretty solid, way better than the other joints. But it’s just more raps about smashin' chicks. We’ve heard this all before, especially the "right stroke, left stroke" line. Yawn.

Beats - 8/10  

Lyrics - 5/10  

13/20

Yes - Starts with an acoustic guitar… okay. But those two opening lines? Dumb as hell. The intro's wack. He’s rapping harder, but it sounds forced. His hooks are basic, and naming the tracks after them is weak. Track gets better as it goes, the second verse got some fire. But the beat ain't doin' it justice. Now he’s braggin’ about sellin' his soul to throw up pyramids with Hov? Nah, that’s some clown talk. Now people thinkin’ you’re an industry plant got more ammo.

Beats - 6/10  

Lyrics - 6/10  

12/20

It Is What It Is - The beat’s nice, but Sean’s flow is boring as hell. But we ain’t here just for beats, we here for the lyrics. And they suck. All over the place and basic. The rhymes are lazy too. I’m done.

Beats - 5/10  

Lyrics - 6/10  

11/20

Apologize - Oh hell nah… this sounds like a modern-day version of “Playa Hater” off Biggie’s last joint. Straight garbage. Feels like Sean decided to sing in the shower 'cause his girl said it was dope. Then he rhymes "roll" four times in a row? Annoying as hell. I hope this ain’t serious. I’m here wonderin’ if I should laugh or get mad. This joint is mad sissy made, son can’t be for real, my gosh.

Beats - 3/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

7/20

NB: I just peeped the chatter online while formattin' the review after I finished the snoozefest up here and they're sayin' this is a Kanye diss. Yo, if that's no front, this ish is straight wack.

Clarity - This skit is dumb as hell. Lyrics are whatever, nothing special. Mad depressing, weird attempt to be deep. The "clairvoyant" line is corny. Ends with a toast, “I wish y'all enough clarity to see what the fuck is really goin’ on." Hey, Medium Sean, I got a toast for you – may you learn that rappin’ like a soulless zombie is wack.

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 2/10  

6/20

On Up - The beat’s got a nice funky sample, I’m feelin’ it. This joint’s pretty good. Lyrics are aight but delivered in the same deadpan voice. Then he starts ramblin’ like he forgot what he was tryna say. That killed a track with potential.

Beats - 8/10  

Lyrics - 5/10  

13/20

Something - This is so soft and sad, corny as hell. Lazy lyrics again. The beat sounds like it’s asleep. Sean’s ramblin' about his mental health issues, but it’s done so poorly, like he don’t know what he’s talkin' about. This ain’t it. Throw this joint in with your laundry, it’ll come out softer and sadder.

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

8/20

Black Void - Seems like this gon' be about lost love. The beat’s giving off some Figaro MF DOOM vibes but watered down with estrogen after hittin’ a spa. Yuck. Okay, the beat switched up, it’s better now.

Sean’s flowin’ a bit.

"You say you're on my team but I can't find your jersey."

Ayoooo son, hol' up! Miss me with that BS. This line is why Medium Sean’s a joke. Lines like this and worse pop up in his music outta nowhere.

The whole joint feels like a mashup of MF DOOM and Biz Markie’s “Make the Music With Your Mouth Biz,” if Biz and Marley Marl popped some melatonin before spittin' and mixin'. Sean had a concept but couldn’t explain it, so it just floats off. Man.

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 5/10  

9/20

This and That - I swear the beats are gettin' worse. Plus this dude got some serious trust issues. This like the fifth or sixth track about his "muh brodas and muh homies and muh dawgs" plottin' on him. Dude must be mad paranoid.

Bryson Tiller came through, droppin’ his sing-songy radio filler trash.

Then Kodak Black stepped in. His verse is trash. Trash voice, trash lyrics, trash flow. Just horrible. Man needs to sell shoes or get on cereal boxes like Ice-T talkin’ about how Cheerios are good for your heart or some ish. Kodak is just horrible. His verse here? For cryin' out loud, I can’t believe people actually listen to this auditory cheese grater son calls his music. Straight up garbage.

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 2/10  

6/20

Million Pieces - Again with the sad, soft lyrics, but the beat is fire. Wait... did I mishear a bar? Nope. Sean literally said, "When I'm dead I'll probably put my bones in museums."

Figure that out, y'all.

This beat is fire, shoulda gone to a better artist. I could see Guru or AZ killin' it.

Larry June’s verse is better but the beat owns him, not the other way around. He sounds half-asleep with Sean. I feel like I need to tuck these dudes in and send the beat to Nas or someone who’d murder it.

Beats - 8/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

12/20

Get You Back - Another lust track. The way he objectifies women is wild. I mean, son found a way to rap about treatin' a girl like a sex doll and make it sound corny as hell. This is trash, straight up. Corny lines delivered with a straight face. Cash Cobain comes in with a generic verse, and they must’ve known this in production 'cause the beat does some tricks while he hums, but it don’t count for nothing.

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 3/10  

7/20

Certified - I’m 'bout to check how people are feelin’ this online but the Don's holdin' back to avoid bias ya hear me? So far, this album is trash.

This beat’s fire, and I’m tappin’ my foot. NASAAN’s hook is annoying though. The rap is another joint about gettin' backstabbed. Son can’t decide if he wanna rap about traitors or chicks. NASAAN now rappin' and sounds like a kid with a cold. Get him outta here. Rhymes are basic and awkward.

Beats - 8/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

12/20

Focus - Just a skit. Nothin’ to talk about.

Boundaries - More of the same. This is lame, straight up. Sean might be one of the saddest, most boring people in real life. People talk about J. Cole AKA Young Eeyore bein' sad and soft. Sean’s snatchin' that crown.

Beats - 5/10  

Lyrics - 3/10  

8/20

Precision - Hold up, where’d this fire come from all of a sudden?! This beat is straight flames, and Sean finally sounds alive! I actually fuck with this track heavy. When Sean brings the energy, he can really spit. This one’s heat.

Beats - 8/10  

Lyrics - 7/10  

15/20

My Life - And just like that, we’re back to the soft stuff. After that one banger, Sean’s back on this hand lotion and spa rap vibe. Sounds like Drake wrote this. Sigh. This track’s a lullaby, word, makin' me sleepy. Boring as hell.

Beats - 6/10  

Lyrics - 5/10  

11/20

Together Forever - This beat got some flavor, feels nice. Lyrics? Trash as usual. Another track about traitors and chicks. Oh, now I get it—The Alchemist cooked up this beat. No wonder it’s hittin’. But Medium Sean sounds like a sleepy Childish Gambino on this one.

Beats - 7/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

11/20

Aight, let’s add this all up…

196/380

51%

 

Word is bond son, that album was a straight snoozefest. Not straight trash, but definitely not good either. I won’t completely roast it, but if I ever hear someone wanna bump this album, your boy's bringin’ blankets and a pillow 'cause it won’t be no listening party—it’ll be a straight-up sleepover. This music got zero soul, dead and dry like Ramses II’s mummy. I’ve never heard such bored, soulless rapping. A couple bangers mixed with straight mid or downright awful joints. And whatever the hell “Apologize” was? Should’ve come with a warning label for brain cell loss. I really wish K-Dot had stomped all over this weak-ass spa rap tape. If this is your vibe, don’t buy the album—just have someone read you the phone book. Same effect.

Best Track - Precision 

Worst Track - Apologise

Favourite Track - Precision 

REVIEW - Juicy J: Ravenite Social Club

Yo, what's poppin' fam? It's ya boy Dondi White back in the mix! We 'bout to dive into Juicy J's new joint, "Ravenite Social Club," that just dropped yesterday. Mad respect to Juicy J, he’s one of the OGs from the Three Six (666) Mafia from the Dirty South, so let’s see if he brings that heat like we expect.

1. The Provider - We startin' off smooth with some chill guitar and piano vibes. Juicy J's chattin' over the beat, givin' us some backstory. It's a cool intro, laid-back vibes.

2. The Higher Ups - Aight, now the beat's kickin' in proper. This one’s got that political flavor, and I’m feelin’ it. The beat's light, not my first pick for this kinda track, but it makes you focus on the bars. And Juicy's droppin' some gems—ain't too complicated, ain't too basic. This joint goes hard with the message.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 9/10  
Overall - 15/20

3. Don’t Go Out - Now we talkin'. This beat's way better, and Juicy's flow is on point. He’s spinnin’ a story, and it’s dope. More political vibes, similar to the last joint, but it still bangs.

Beats - 7/10  
Lyrics - 7/10  
Overall - 14/20

4. That's Gangsta - Juicy switchin' it up here, spittin' about women's rights. Unusual for a dude, but it's fresh and different. His flow is killer, the hook’s straight fire. This track’s got that raw respect for the ladies—genius move.

Beats - 8/10  
Lyrics - 9/10  
Overall - 17/20

5. Everything All Good - The beat’s solid, started out hard but then cooled off. Wish he kept that edge, though. Juicy’s rappin' about his daughter, the struggles in the hood, takin' her to Chuck E. Cheese and all that. Real talk, you can tell this track means a lot to him. Second verse hits hard, especially when he drops, "My wife a queen, not a Barbie." That’s real talk right there.

Beats - 7/10  
Lyrics - 7/10  
Overall - 14/20

6. Fucked Up Era - Light beat again, but Juicy’s bringin’ that thought-provoking content. The rhymes hit that sweet spot between simple and complex. It's got you thinkin'. This an aight track.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 7/10  
Overall - 13/20

7. Thought It Was - Juicy throws in some nice scratches on the intro—pardon me, "pimp-tro," as he calls it. This one’s a switch-up from the last few tracks, more about braggin' and pimpin'. He’s throwin’ shade at sucker MCs and industry plants. It’s a chill track, perfect for loungin’ with a cold one.

Beats - 7/10  
Lyrics - 6/10  
Overall - 13/20

8. Deserve It ft. Emi Secrest - The beat’s tight here. But there’s this one bar, "You’ve got the gift like you’re slidin' down the chimney," that misses the mark. I get the Santa reference, but it's kinda awkward. Makes me think of the broad as a stripper, and y'all know I ain't gonna be comparing my girl to no stripper. Still, it’s a solid love song. Juicy pays tribute to his girl without gettin' corny or creepy like some others out there. Emi Secrest does her thing too, and that scratches at the end—chef’s kiss. Ya boy's probably kinda biased because my Queen goes by Emi as well, but it's aight.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 7/10  
Overall - 13/20

9. The Past is the Past - This one’s just aight. The beat’s a bit messy, and the content’s kinda repetitive. Not bad, but I won’t be callin’ for this track on repeat.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 5/10  
Overall - 11/20

10. Consequence - This beat is menacing, and I’m here for it. The lyrics are deep, and Juicy's flow is untouchable here. It’s got that KRS-One "Uh-Oh!" vibe, but Juicy makes it his own. The refrain’s hardcore—dope track.

Beats - 8/10  
Lyrics - 8/10  
Overall - 16/20

11. Payment - This one's just okay. The flow’s a bit off, lyrics are pretty standard. The beat’s cool, but the content’s startin' to feel repetitive. Hate when an album starts to drag like that.

Beats - 8/10  
Lyrics - 5/10  
Overall - 13/20

12. One in a Million - This one’s decent, thought-provoking even. The hook stands out, but overall it’s just average.

Beats - 7/10  
Lyrics - 7/10  
Overall - 14/20

13. Suicide Doors ft. Cordae - The intro’s kinda dumb, with the repetitive swears, but once it gets going, this track slaps. Juicy and Cordae got crazy chemistry, trading bars like they been rehearsing for days. Cordae's got the more complex verses, but Juicy’s voice just hits different. This one’s fire.

Beats - 8/10  
Lyrics - 9/10  
Overall - 17/20

14. The Bottom Line - Solid intro, and the beat’s okay when it drops. Juicy’s flow is decent, and the track makes you picture him standin' on a mountain top lookin’ down like a king. Would’ve made a dope outro.

Beats - 7/10  
Lyrics - 8/10  
Overall - 15/20

15. To You ft. Robert Glasper & Emi Secrest - This one’s a dedication to Lord Infamous, RIP to a Memphis legend. Emi’s vocals are beautiful, and Juicy’s bars are a heartfelt tribute. Got the speakers steamin’ word. You can feel the love and respect—an amazing tribute.

Beats - 7/10  
Lyrics - 8/10  
Overall - 15/20  

(Subject-Matter - 10/10)

16. Sometimes - Juicy's flowin’ nice again, and the beat’s better. The rhymes feel a bit forced, but it's still solid. Not fire, but not wack either.

Beats - 8/10  
Lyrics - 6/10  
Overall - 14/20

17. Things Changed ft. Emi Secrest & MacKenzie - Another emotional track, this one’s about breakin’ up. Got a Taylor Swift vibe to it, and some of the rhymes just ain’t hittin'. Juicy shoulda closed the album with "Bottom Line" 'cause this outro is weak.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 5/10  
Overall - 10/20
 

Final Score: 209/320  
Grade: 65%

So overall, I’m diggin’ the project. It's jazzy, it's dope ish. Some tracks are too soft or feel like filler, but Juicy J still delivers. Worst part is the outro, feels like he got lazy and slapped it together without passion. But otherwise, it’s a solid tape. That Lord Infamous dedication? Straight chef's kiss.

Best Track - To You
Favorite Track - That's Gangsta
Worst Track - Things Changed

REVIEW - PlayThatBoiZay: VIP

 Ayo, what’s good y’all? It’s ya boy Dondi White back in the mix, live and direct from some basement spot in the USA. We ‘bout to chop it up on this new tape by some cat called PlayThatBoiZay. No clue how this joint gon’ play out, but we rollin’ with it.

First off, gotta give mad love to my girl Emma, my angel. Yo, you hold me down through all my BS. You don’t even gotta deal with my wildness, but you do, and I’m crazy blessed to have a beautiful queen like you in my life.

Aight, let’s get into it.

Shoota - This joint kicks off with the 5-0 sirens. My man starts spittin’ through some robotic-sounding mess. I’m not feelin’ it, fam. Sounds like a busted payphone with mad static. Imma try to break down these bars though.

Honestly, this would hit harder if he dropped the vocoder nonsense.

Beats - 7/10

Lyrics - 3/10

10/20

Lil Jit ft. Kenny Mason - The sample at the start is cool, but yo, this intro? Straight garbage. Dude’s just yellin’ cuss words into the mic like he’s on some numetal vibes or chuggin’ too much Monster. Sounds like these fools ‘bout to flatline.

I can’t even tell what this track’s about ‘cause he’s wildin’ out so hard. This is trash, word is bond. Sound like he’s flexin’ on smashin’ some broad in public, but this flow? Dead. Hook is dumb.

Kenny Mason comes in, spittin’ normal, but they did my boy dirty with like ten seconds of airtime. No shine for him.

Okay, that was straight ear rape. Somebody need to stuff this fool’s robot mouth with a sock. And only givin’ Kenny ten seconds? That’s a slap in the face, son.

Beats - 5/10

Lyrics - 0/10

5/20

Mood Swings ft. Mike Dimes - Same sample as the last track, but with some pissed-off chick leavin’ a voicemail. Maybe sister was promised a good album and whaddya know she ain't got it.

The spittin’ here is better. Rhymes are missin’, and the hook is mad lazy, but it’s bearable. Mike Dimes jumps in... normally I ain’t feelin’ this brother, he flows like he got baby powder up in his mouth, word, but damn, he’s the anchor on this. PlayThatBoiZay sounds like he just popped a Perc and stumbled into the booth.

Beats - 7/10

Lyrics - 5/10

12/20

Fuck 12 - Aight, they taggin’ up a spot. I’m diggin’ this. Hope my guy’s tag game stronger than his rap game. It’s just a skit, though.

Temple Run - Yo, anytime you see a track named after some goofy 2000s iPad kiddie game, you already know this ish gonna be trash.

First off, son needs to realize he sounds better without the robot voice. And these rhymes? Sounds like he flipped through a Dr. Seuss book for ideas. Weak.

Beats - 6/10

Lyrics - 2/10

8/20

Hoodlumz ft. Denzel Curry & A$ap Rocky - This joint’s off that "King of the Mischievous South Vol. 2" from Denzel Curry. By the way, that tape’s growin’ on me. Peep the review here: (https://realreviewsbydondiwhite.blogspot.com/2024/08/review-denzel-curry-king-of-mischievous.html?m=1)

Cut Up - Oh hell nah. This intro sounds like some baby stuff. And that fake accent? Mad annoying. Whoever’s doin’ ad-libs in the back deserves to catch these hands for makin’ this track even worse. Maybe with a metal bat... somebody needs to shut him up.

Beats - 8/10

Lyrics - 2/10

10/20

Tick Tock - This one feels like Yeat’s boring "2093" tape. Everything’s the same, and that vocoder? Dumbest move of 2024—other than Drake tryin’ to beef with Kendrick.

That whiny voice? Mad distracting. Had to rewind this just to catch the lyrics… and still, it’s trash. The beat saved it, though.

Beats - 6/10

Lyrics - 3/10

9/20

Pride - Does this dude rap about anything besides his harem of chicks? Nah. Sounds like son caught a bad case of Carter V Lil Wayne. The beat? Ruined by the ad-libs. The bars? Ruined by the vocoder. Rhymes? Basic as hell—hurt, dirt, alert, flirt. Come on now.

Beats - 6/10

Lyrics - 3/10

9/20

Hu$tle Man - Another skit. Sadly, the skits on this album are the best thing goin’. I can finally chill from PlayThatBoiZay screamin’ in my ear and listen to some dude try to hustle fake DVDs to some sister. Dope.

Yoo ft. JPEGMAFIA - This one starts off wild. The bars, though? Much better. The first verse actually got some substance.

The hook? Straight garbage. This shouldn’t have left the studio.

JPEGMAFIA comes in and saves it, though. He’s flowin’ nice, which is a much-needed break from the rest of this garbage. Why he get a full verse and Kenny Mason only got ten seconds? Makes no sense.

Beats - 7/10

Lyrics - 5/10

12/20

Beauty in Pain - I dunno the sample at the start, but it’s fire. Points for that.

The bars are better, less robot junk, but it’s still the same old story. The hook? Trash.

There’s a skit with some chick talkin’ ‘bout how she’s down with PlayThatBoiZay. Girl, you must’ve gone deaf from this dude’s music to be sayin’ that. No lie, this slaps on mute.

Beats - 8/10

Lyrics - 3/10

11/20

Villain - First bar is dumb corny. This dude really rhymin’ sad, bad, had?!! Yo, miss me with that preschool rap, son.

The hook is straight up trash, or like PlayThatBoiZay says "lame as fuck".

Beats - 7/10

Lyrics - 2/10

9/20

The Weak - This should’ve been the title track for the whole tape.

He’s tryna get deep, but it’s fallin’ flat ‘cause it’s so basic. Every bar he’s spittin’ been said before by better cats. Some of these lines are straight up wack. Rhymin’ “not” and “hot” on loop.

This might be the saddest attempt at “conscious rap” I’ve heard in a minute.

Beats - 5/10

Lyrics - 3/10

8/20

118/260

45%

This tape was straight garbage. Only thing worth checkin’ was JPEGMAFIA and Denzel Curry showin’ out—and Denzel’s joint wasn’t even part of the album for real. And yeah, the skits were cool, but skits don’t mean jack. 

First off, PlayThatBoiZay needs to learn how to rhyme like he ain’t pullin’ from some preschooler’s book, or some Japanese haiku, or some corny high school freestyle off YouTube. Ain’t nobody in the culture feelin’ that.

Kid, your DJ or whoever told you that you sound fire on a vocoder straight up hates you. Both of y’all need to take it outside, and you need to stomp his narrow ass so bad he never touches a record you're rapping on again. He can make fire basslines and sample, but other than that, dude’s a clown.

After that, go peep some Eric B. and Rakim or maybe some Del or MF Grimm and learn how to spit proper. Ain’t nobody checkin’ for your basic-ass rhymes but middle schoolers.

Also, give Kenny more bars next time. Havin’ him on for ten seconds? Disrespectful. Might as well never have called son over. For real, this album’s a mess at every turn. And those ad-libs on “Cut Up” are the worst. I know I'm catch a charge for wildin' out on the ad-lib guy in real life, but yo, I’mma kill him in my mind tonight. And I ain’t talkin’ about just stabbin’ him, nah, this critic's gonna do him some wild creative shit brothers ain't never seen before.

Best Track - Hoodlumz

Worst Track - That mess called “Lil Jit”

Favorite Track - Hoodlumz

Yo, Champagne Floppy Wildin' Out Again

 Aight, check it fam! It’s ya boy Dondi White, the illest music critic on these streets, the king of all that juicy music tea and whatnot.

Yo, Drake just dropped! Not just a lil' feature on Benny the Butcher’s track, but his own joints too. This is the real deal, y’all. So picture this – I’m on my lunch break with the homies, mop bucket in hand (yeah, ya boy might be the King of New York, but I still on the dead end job tip). Anyway, we all get that notification – Drake dropped. We almost blasted it right there, but I had to step out so I could vibe to it solo at the crib, no distractions. Now I’m home, told the homies not to say a word ‘til I’m ready to discuss. Let’s get into it!

SOD – First joint I peeped ‘cause of some tech issues. Meant to start with "No Face", but we’ll get there.

Classic Drake right here – in other words, that corny lovey-dovey joint you hear when broads are shopping for makeup at the mall. Dude’s basically saying he’s feeling this chick, even though she a garden tool on the streets, but he’s down to bang her ‘cause… he’s on the same garden tool tip. Foolishness. Next.

Beats - 7/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

11/20

Language 2 AKA Circadian Rhythm – Feels like Drake’s throwing shade at Kendrick again. Kendrick once said something about “coming in the circadian rhythms of a shooting star.” I’mma have to dig deeper into this one after I figure out what happened to "No Face", but here’s the quick rundown:

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

8/20

That hook was trash. The beat switch made it even worse. Typical Drake nonsense.

No Face – So apparently, Drake yanked this one off the ‘Gram. But don’t trip, the internet got us. Some folks ripped it and threw it on YouTube, so let’s check it…

Straight up diss track aimed at Kendrick. Again, bro’s taking shots at him.

Playboi Carti – aka Don’t-Play-That-Boy-Carti – on the hook, just repeating the title like a parrot. But Drake? Yo, he sound mad. Like, for real mad. Y’all remember when King Push bodied Drake and said, “I wanna see what it’s like when you get mad”? Well, looks like we seeing it now. Let me rate this real quick, then I’mma run it all back and download some bootlegs just in case they scrub it.

Beats - 6/10  

Lyrics - 3/10  

9/20

Analysis –

Aight, ya boy's gonna go with "No Face" since that's low-key the main star of this dump. Drake’s talking about his enemy eating off his features. Then he says his crew’s begging him not to beef, but homie’s too heated to listen. Son, your crew’s right. Beefing with Kendrick again? That’s just asking for an L. He chewed you up and spat you out last time word.

Now Drake’s talking about his therapist telling him to chill. He’s like, “Nah, I ain’t cooling down.” This whole track is just Drake saying, “I’m mad, I’m gonna get revenge, and everyone who’s looking out for me can shut it.” Well, guess we just gon’ sit back and watch this fool dig his own grave. Drake’s about to get bodied again. This time, it might make Round One with Kendrick look like child’s play.

Drake’s reason for thinking he’ll win? The ladies love him. Son actually says that on the track. Yo Nectar Gargling Brother, is you serious? Son’s got some of the most loyal fans ever. He rocks some wack fits? They say he’s just being himself. He gets roasted by Pusha T? They say he was just experimenting. He gets clowned by Kendrick? Nah, not clowned – demolished, murked, roasted, baked, buried, all that type ish. His stans say it was all part of his master plan to make Kendrick blow up or look dumb or whatever. Son, Kendrick was already blowing up before you even knew his name. 

And that’s what Drake don’t get. Kendrick had clout way before Drake even peeped him. Champagne Floppy wildin' out here like a 13 yr old trippin' on krylon cans and acting like he made Kendrick famous. Get outta here with that. No one made Kendrick famous but God and himself. I remember when "Good Kid, M.A.A.D City" dropped – ain't nobody hyping it ‘cause of Drake. Nah, we copped it for that raw gangsta rap. Ain’t nobody cared about some soft dude doing love songs on one feature on it. Miss me with that "I gave y'all da props" BS.

Maybe that’s why Drake calls himself the Iceman now – ‘cause he’s out here melting down.

Anyway, I’m out. I’ll update if Kendrick decides to reply. Personally, I think Kendrick should just leave it on ice for a minute, let the anticipation build. But we’ll see. ‘Til then, peace and one love.

REVIEW - Benny the Butcher: Buffalo Butch Vol. 1

 Yo, what's poppin' fam, it's ya boy Dondi White, the top dog in this rap review game, funkier than Del tha Funky Homosapien and funkier than James Brown's used socks. But enough with the titles, the Rap Review King is about to drop some jewels.

Benny the Butcher, aka "Mr. I'm-Underground-Rap-Honest!!", just dropped an EP. Been hyped for a minute, let's see if it bangs or flops.

Penny and Shaq Freestyle ft. 38 Spesh - This joint got a dope beat. Benny’s flow is mad tight, spittin’ bars like a real lyrical beast. 38 Spesh ain’t slouchin’ either, he holdin’ it down. Fire intro track.

"I ain't an artist, but when I’m with your chick, I'm Picasso with the face paint."

Damn, that line hit like a sucker punch.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 8/10  
14/20

Buffalo Freestyle ft. Drake - Now, this what we all been waitin' for. Benny, the street legend who slung rocks and caught cases, goes head-to-head with... the Soft Serve King himself, aka the Freaky Ass N*gga aka 69 God Drake. Let's see who gets murked.

Beat's on that light pop tip, probably ‘cause Mr. BBL Drizzy can't hang on a real boom bap beat. Geesh. This dude stay spittin' the same tired ass raps, talkin' 'bout how he came up from nothin'—like we ain't know his fam's been plugged in with cousins and uncles and aunties all up in the industry since day one. Grew up in the burbs, went to private school, his mom up and rented a banquet hall for son's Bat Mitzvah—my bad, Bar Mitzvah. I be forgettin’ this dude's supposed to be a man. But yeah, somehow he wants us to believe he came from the gutter. You ain’t thinkin’ hard enough if you buyin’ that.

Drizzy sounds like he sneak dissin’ Kendrick again. Trash verse, son. Feels like some generic Drake track. Maybe his weak-ass DJ Boi-1da laced the beat 'cause this joint is straight NyQuil.

Then Benny steps up. His verse is cold-blooded. Feels like Drake's verse if it actually grew some balls. Benny devoured Drake, no contest. Drake needs to stick to R&B or whatever soft shit he's on now. Kendrick must’ve dissed him so hard he slid into country music last time I heard.

Beats - 5/10  
Lyrics - 7/10  
12/20

Hard Way Freestyle ft. Fabolous - Fab comin' in heavy, droppin’ bars like it’s nothin'. Solid verse, I’m feelin' it. That EDM/medium rhyme? Clever as hell.

Benny's up next, and he ain’t disappointin’. Another strong verse. Not quite on Fab’s level, but still hittin’. This joint goes hard.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 8/10  
14/20

Now let’s do the math and chop it up real quick:

40/60  
66%

This tape was solid. Benny could've gone harder with the flows and beats, but it still slaps. The low points? Mr. Softie comin’ through on Buffalo Freestyle and the beats on that and Hard Way Freestyle. But overall, I’m diggin’ it. Gives off that late 90s vibe, like we back in ‘98/’99.

REVIEW - HEEMS: VEENA

REVIEW - HEEMS: VEENA

Yo, what's good everybody? It's ya boy Dondi White, reppin' straight from the South Bronx, droppin' another dope review for y'all to kick it with. This time, we takin' it back to NYC with a fresh album that just hit the streets 15 minutes ago – "Veena". Hopin' this cat Heems can hold it down. I'm diggin' the album cover, it's mad unique. And it ain't too long neither, only 33 minutes. Let's get it!!
 
Veena – I'm feelin' the vibe on this joint. It's got some jazzy flavors. There's a lady choppin' it up with a slick accent. Gives off that movie intro feel. As an intro, it's all good. No rating on intros, ya dig?

Ratatouille – The switch from Veena to Ratatouille is mad smooth. Props for that. I'm feelin' it so far. Now he’s spittin' bars. Gonna keep it 100 with ya—I ain't feelin' this dude's voice. Lyrics are tight, but his Queens accent got that gritty vibe that kinda bugs me. Maybe I'll grow to love it, though.

This beat is straight up unique. Ain't heard nothin' like this before. His raps are kinda basic. He’s pushin' too hard on the rhymes, sacrificin' solid lyrics for just lots of rhymes. The ending came outta nowhere, but it's cool. Nothin' has blown me away yet, though that line "I was voted Best Dressed at rehab" had me laughin'.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 6 /10  

11/20

Manto – The beat's alright, but ain't no uniqueness here. I dig how he's reppin' his Indian heritage, that's real. This track is mad thoughtful so far. Reminds me of Camp-era Childish Gambino but without the cheesy lines. It's pretty solid, but I wish he’d throw down some solutions to his family's issues instead of just talkin' 'bout 'em.

Beats – 4/10
Lyrics – 6/10

10/20

Bourdain – This beat is fire. I'm diggin' it. The production wasn't the best at first, but I'm feelin' the raw, real lyrics. It should be bumpin' loud in the whip, not just in my earpiece in the dark. The production stepped up now, and I'm lovin' it. This joint is lit.

Beats – 8/10
Lyrics – 7/10

13/20

Underbelly – This is a skit. Folks callin' Heems, it's chill. Reminds me of the phone calls to Biggie on the "One More Chance" track—not the remix, the original version from the first "Ready to Die" tape. But this one's deeper in thought than that skit. No rating 'cause we don't rate skits here.

Rakhi – This joint sounds like it's 'bout to get tough. It is tough, but Heem's rhymes are weak. I can't stand rappers who rhyme just to stack up rhymes like he does. But the Indian dude on the hook is killin' it. I think his name's Pavvan. Oh, now there's some native Indian rap. Ajji's on this. His thick accent makes it hard to catch most of what he's sayin', except "Brother I'm fresh like I'm Will"—that's a dope bar. I'm guessing the rest of his verse is tight too.

Beats – 6/10
Lyrics – 7/10

11/20

Flowers – A singer named Navz-47 on the hook. I like this guy reppin' his culture instead of imitatin' other NYC rappers. It's a love song. The beat's alright, maybe a bit too "clattery"? Can't think of another word. Plus that line:

"If you fall, I'll catch you like chicken pox"

kinda bugs me with all that cheesiness.

Now that lady on the hook is spittin' in Hindi. I don't catch a word, but it sounds dope. This is tight.

Heems is ramblin' now in free verse. That's whack. The track should've ended after that lady's rap.

Beats – 6/10  
Lyrics – 6/10  

12/20 – Once I get a translator for that Hindi verse and hook, I might flip this rating.

Juhi – Looks like another skit. A homie givin' Heems some relationship advice. It's back to that phone call format again.

Dame – The beat's catchy, but this rap is like a catalog of cheesy pickup lines. Maybe the most memorable one, and I mean the worst, is:

"I'mma bite on your neck like Vlad the Impaler"

Sounds brutal. Do y'all chicks actually wanna be drained dry or something? Sorry if I come off as clueless, I just think that's corny and strange.

Beats – 7/10 
Lyrics – 5/10  

12/20

Banshee – This one's chill. The beat's smooth. Good on him not rapping over it. Nice switch-up, and he stays quiet.

But we got the same rhyming issues again. This whole song seems stuck on -ing rhymes. I can't stand that. Heems might make me wanna punt him into a wall one day.

Yeah, his whole rhyme scheme was just -ing, no other rhymes. Yikes. Total disaster.

Then a rapper named Cool Calm Pete steps in and doesn't rhyme or add nothin'. Just ignore his verse.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 1/10  

6/20

Righteous – Another skit. Just more phone call recordings, so no rating here.

That was fresh. Never heard Indian rap before, but I dug it pretty well. Always been into international hip-hop, Nigerian, Japanese, South African, German, etc.

76/140

54%

This album ain't bad, and it ain't mind-blowing either. But I do appreciate the unique beats and love how he reppin' for his culture. That's what hip-hop's about—reppin' culture through music and keepin' it real. Grab this album, even if it ain't the dopest thing ever, it's real hip-hop and nobody can front about that.

Best Track – Rakhi  
Favorite Track – Bourdain  
Worst Track – Banshee

WHAT'S BEEF? - Ice Spice vs. Big Latto Edition

 Yo, what’s good y’all? It’s your boy, Dondi White, the top dog critic from the South Bronx, coming at ya today playin’ gossip king.

So I told y’all I was gonna dig into what’s poppin’ between Ice Spice and Big Latto. Now, it ain’t been all that spicy yet—no hardcore diss tracks or real beef— but you never know, things could heat up. Especially with Latto, the female Jack Harlow, outsellin’ everybody.

Word on the street is Latto’s been throwin’ shots at Ice Spice, the shorty who straight embarrassed female rap with that Y2K album. Word is bond son, that album is trash— I'd rather listen to cats gettin' stomped in a plastic bag. Seriously, that CD is a weed plate, and makes Latto’s “Sugar Honey Iced Tea” sound like the first Boogie Down Productions joint—straight fire classic, feel me? Ice Spice is so loud and off-beat with the dumbest bars, I’d throw a whole couch in her studio just to stop her from droppin’ more garbage. And then this chick went and featured CENTRAL CEE? Yeah, that clown with the fake British swag? I got pants heavier than that soft ass dude. Anyway, movin’ on...

Latto ain’t exactly droppin’ bangers either, but she got some talent. I’m bettin’ Drake ghostwrote a bunch of that album she dropped last week. Some of them bars are so corny, it’s like I can hear Drake spittin’ through her with a voice mod. Maybe that’s his new thing—when he don’t want Pusha or Kendrick clownin’ him for rockin’ pink barrettes, he gets some chick to live the life he wants—straight up. Ain’t nobody can tell me Drake ain’t at least a lil’ bi, and no shade to the LGBT+ fam, but dude needs to come out or somethin’ instead of frontin’.

Back to the drama. So apparently, Ice Spice was watchin’ a Latto video and peeped herself in the background with her fake ‘fro and all. She got tight ‘cause she ain’t get no bread for a video she ain’t even know she was in. They tried to squash it low-key, but then Nicki Minaj, who’s got so much plastic surgery she might as well be part Barbie, jumped in.

The Bride of Frankenstein, Miss Nicki herself, came at Latto on Twitter, sayin’ her single “Big Energy,” which I actually vibe with, was trash for a nomination. Then she doubled down, sayin’ her own whack-ass track shoulda got the Grammy instead.

Now whether you love, hate, or, like me, don’t really care about Latto, that’s just wild and unfair.

All this got Ice Spice, who somehow got crowned “Princess of Hip-Hop” for reasons only God knows, thinkin’ it was a good idea to come at Latto too. Latto just played it cool, ignored the shady tweets from both ladies. Then she hopped on a track with this corny dude Offset, droppin’ a bar that ended with “munch.” After hearin’ it, I’m thinkin’ it was just a coincidence, but Ice Spice took it as a shot. Apparently, she got a track called “Munch” and thought Latto was sneak dissin’. So under that weak excuse, Ice Spice dropped a diss track called “Think You the Shit? Fart!” which is probably the worst diss I’ve heard from a female rapper since Nicki dropped that mess called “Bigfoot.” The flow was so bad, it made Latto look like a lyrical genius.

Not one to just take that, Latto dropped her album this week and yo, sister included a diss track called “Sunday Service.” In it, she spit:

“Think I’m the shit? Bitch, I know it, hoe  
Jesus walked on water, I got ice boilin’ though”

Now we gotta see what’s next, ‘cause this is gettin’ real interesting. Latto might not be in my top 20 female MCs, but I’m bettin’ she can take that OnlyFans broad Ice Spice’s head off in a diss battle if it comes down to it. I’ll keep y’all updated on what pops off—if anything does. Till then, peace!

REVIEW - The Death of Slim Shady; Coupe De Grace

THE DEATH OF SLIM SHADY; COUPE DE GRACE

Yo, what's good, y'all? It's ya boy Dondi White, the illest critic out here, king of the game, top dog, all that fly shit. Today, we 'bout to dive into Eminem's new joint, "The Death of Slim Shady." Word on the street is mixed, but we gon' see what it do. Lowkey, I hope Em comes correct 'cause it's been a minute since he spit that fire.

Renaissance - Aight, this joint kickin' off on some next level. The rhymes? Mad complex, classic Slim Shady vibe, wildin' out talkin' 'bout killin' babies and all that. Beat's aight, but them bars got it on lock. He was cookin' up somethin' fresh, but damn, it just cut off. Missed opportunity.

Beats - 5/10  
Lyrics - 7/10

12/20

Habits - Yo, this flow? Mad choppy. I ain't vibin' with it. Soundin' like he tryna slice and dice veggies while spittin'. Hook's solid though.

Now he pickin' up a bit, flow gettin' smoother. But it feels like Em tryna wild out just to prove he still got it with the youngins. But yo, why he soundin' all weak and washed on this one?

Then he switchin' it up again. Better, but still, it got me thinkin' he forgot how to flow smooth like back in the day. Homie tryna be edgy, but he ain't gotta sound like some emo teen. We rocked with that back in the early 2000s cause yo, that shit was unique back in the day, but it ain't hittin' the same no more.

Beats - 5/10  
Lyrics - 6/10

11/20

Trouble - Bruh, is this even a track or just some skit? Oh snap, it's a track? Why tho? This just sound like a weak remix of the last one, and the beat is mad weak too. 41 seconds? Shoulda been 0.

Beats - 3/10  
Lyrics - 3/10

6/20

Brand New Dance - This beat got a funky vibe, not bad though. Okay, now Em spittin' better. This joint got me feelin' it, it's actually dope. This the kinda heat I expect from Em. The hook? Meh, not feelin' the weird voice effects. Overall, this joint slaps, got me noddin' my head. Lyrics on point, but that voicemail at the end? Wild.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 7/10

13/20

Evil - This beat tryna be on some spooky shit, but it ain't really landin'. The flow? Nah, bruh, this ain't it. Sounds like he back on his veggie-choppin' vibes, spittin' gibberish. By now, Em should know clarity's key. And what's up with all the Caitlyn Jenner bars? Feelin' outdated, fam. Oh damn, he just dropped the corniest line:

"Call this sex-ed with a splash of necrophilia  
Cause when I say that I'm really the evilest  
I'm fucking deadass, fucking deadass - haha!"

That laugh at the end? Straight cringe, fam.

Beats - 4/10  
Lyrics - 3/10

7/20

All You Got (Skit) - Aight, this one’s just a skit. Supposed to be Em choppin’ it up with Slim Shady, who’s like some demon that possessed him and made him blow up. Mad creepy vibes. No score though, it’s just a skit.

Lucifer - This beat? Trash, bruh. And oh no, he back on that gibberish flow again.

"So they want beef? We can make like Bonnie and collide"

Bruh... another corny ass line. I'm just glad I wasn’t sippin’ on somethin’ 'cause I would've straight up spit it out from laughin’. The rest of this joint is a wild ride of cannibalism, Satanic cults, and all that wild shit. Seen Satanic rappers before but wait, did Em just say he wanna rape Candace Owens?! Yo, what the hell Em? Ain’t nobody chantin’ for you to do that. I’m curious if Candace gonna roast his outdated self on her podcast. Nice Kendrick Lamar shoutout tho.

My guy keeps goin' on about how everybody wanna censor him and shut him up. Nah, nobody tryna do that. You the Number One selling artist worldwide, platinum all day. And you still cryin’ about shit gettin’ canceled? Man, miss me with that.

Beats - 3/10  
Lyrics - 2/10

5/20

Antichrist - Aight, this beat at least kinda knocks. But damn, Em rapping about getting canceled again?! Bruh, switch it up already. This joint mad stupid, straight trash. Do people even listen to what Em sayin’ anymore? Now he on that scattered flow tip. Why this dude can’t stay on beat? This sounds mad sloppy, words just flyin' past my ears. Now he spittin’ fast, but I always say, “Fast rap don’t mean good rap,” and this right here proves it. This track’s garbage, like he tryna get canceled on purpose just to make a point.

Bizarre popped up too. Lowkey, he outshined Em, but damn, why they still talkin’ 'bout Jenner?

Beats - 2/10  
Lyrics - 3/10

5/20

Fuel ft. JID - JID slid through like hard, and his verse? Straight fire. First time this album actually brought some heat, and it fits right in. This joint’s a vibe, classic JID. Lyrics on point, flow smooth as hell. A big relief.

Then Em hops back on after a dope hook, and here we go again with the choppy flow, huh? Bruh, this is gettin’ ridiculous. Wish he dropped another "Brand New Dance" track 'cause this right here? Mad ridiculous. Can Em have any other flow? At least he stepped up his lyrical game, gotta give him props for knowing JID’s a beast. Some solid similes here too.

Beats - 5/10  
Lyrics - 7/10 (JID carried)

12/20

Road Rage ft. Dem Joints & Sly Pyper - Yo, this whole album just seems like a desperate attempt to piss people off and get canceled just to prove a point. This track right here? Same playbook—offensive jokes just to tick folks off, then play the victim when they do.

This beat? Straight up trash. I can’t remember where the sample’s from, but I heard it before and it’s mad annoying. Think they used literal telephone hold music for this beat. I ain’t even playin’, they really took hold music, threw some drums on it, and called it a day. Terrible beat.

Beats - 1/10  
Lyrics - 4/10

5/20

Houdini - Aight, this skit got someone talkin' smack about Em, sayin' he fell off. Lowkey, they speakin’ facts, though.

I’m feelin’ the throwback vibe here. But first, lemme act like I ain’t been hearin’ this joint all summer, bangin’ in all the local radios alongside Kendrick Lamar’s “Not Like Us.” Now I’m peepin’ the lyrics.

"You're all light work like electricians"

Bruh, that’s mad corny. Sheesh.

And here we go again with that choppy flow. I’m tempted to smack Em with the participation trophy he’s talkin’ 'bout handin' out to other rappers 'til he learns how to switch up his flow. It’s wild how sloppy it sounds, like he tryna make sure most of the lyrics fly past your ears on purpose.

The post-chorus? It’s solid, I ain’t mad at it. But Em’s all over the place, still on that “I’m gettin’ canceled, but here’s some offensive jokes!” vibe. It gets played out real quick.

Beats - 6/10  
Lyrics - 4/10

10/20

Breaking News (Skit) - Yo, Em seems to know how dumb this whole album plot is. He’s exaggeratin' heavy, though. Ain’t nobody riotin’ over this album. No rating, it’s just a skit.

Guilty Conscience 2 - Aight, this one’s kinda interestin’. The beat ain’t it, but at least Em’s holdin’ it down. Cool concept with him goin' back and forth with the demon possessin' him, but damn, wish he executed it better.

"You're the accessory, like jewelry"

Corny line alert. Ha. Ha. Ha. Nah, this ain’t the wave to explore inner conflict.

Wait, you still throwin' shots at Ja Rule?! Fam, it’s 2024! Ain’t nobody checkin' for Ja Rule no more, why you even bringin' him up?! Sheesh. Bet some of these 13-year-olds coppin’ this tape gotta Google Ja Rule. Wild.

Beats - 2/10  
Lyrics - 4/10

6/20

Head Honcho ft. Ez Mil - Yo, Ez Mil came through solid. Why every feature outshinin' Em though? Now he rappin' in Spanish. Aight, it sounds fire, but I don’t got a clue what he sayin'. Lowkey, I’m hesitant to show it to my Spanish-speaking homies in case it’s wild offensive. This track’s nice overall. Oh, here comes Em.

Same exact flow again. Hopefully he switchin' up the subject. Aight, now he talkin’ 'bout fake rappers and how he came from the streets. It’s decent. Oh damn, another bad pun with Ez Mil’s name. Bet Ez probably facepalmed hearin' that. And of course, back to the cancel talk.

Beats - 5/10  
Lyrics - 5/10

10/20

Temporary ft. Skylar Grey - This one’s for Hailey. Hope it hits. Skylar Grey’s singin’ is a breath of fresh air. Never thought I’d be hype for a pop break on a hardcore hip-hop album. The rappin’ is aight, this track’s actually good. I’m rockin’ with it.

Beats - 4/10  
Lyrics - 7/10

11/20

Bad One ft. White Gold - Yo, why Em gotta rap the same way every time? This choppy flow is straight up frustrating.

"I'm an artist who can draw the crowds like a diagram"

Oh man, another one of these lines. It gets tired real quick.

The hook’s aight, but it’s too chanty for my taste. Em’s back to rappin’ 'bout offendin’ folks and catchin' feelings when he gets canceled. Sigh. Again, and again, and again.

Beats - 3/10  
Lyrics - 5/10

8/20

Tobey ft. Big Sean & Babytron - Aight, this should be wild. Ain’t heard from Big Sean in a minute, and let’s keep it real —Sean ain’t exactly top-tier. Remember how Kendrick straight up bodied him on "Control"? That was classic Sean. Or how 2Chainz bodied him on "Mercy". Or how - y'all get it fam'.

Okay, so this hook? Straight dumb. "You got bit by a goat," Sean? That’s the type of goofy line we love Sean for—dude drops bars so trash they make you laugh at him, not with him, and he ain’t even tryna be funny.

"All this drip, think I'm below sea level"

Another weak-ass line. Let’s see if it gets better. Oh, Em’s spittin' now.

Man, Em’s all off beat, and it’s straight hurtin’ my ears. And what even is this beat? No wonder he can’t catch it—there’s barely a beat to catch, it’s like this joint’s fallin' apart at the seams. Ridiculous song, ridiculous hook.

Beats - 3/10  
Lyrics - 3/10

6/20

Guess Who's Back (Skit) - Another skit 'bout the Slim Shady demon comin' back to life. The zombie talk on this is mad annoying. No rating, 'cause it's a skit, you know the drill.

Somebody Save Me ft. Jelly Roll - Aight, now we’re talkin’. This one’s got some heart in it. Jelly Roll’s hook is smooth, and it’s good to hear Em actually thinkin' critically for once. Same wack choppy flow, but at least the lyrics got some weight to 'em.

Beats - 4/10  
Lyrics - 6/10

10/20

Phew, finally wrapped this one up. Time to crunch the numbers.

195/320

60%

Favorite Track - Fuel
Best Track - Brand New Dance
Worst Track - Antichrist

Yo, this album is straight crazy. Might be one of the wildest projects I’ve heard in a hot minute. As an Em project? It’s weak. As just another album out there? It’s mid. I got some serious gripes with this one.

First off, I ain’t pressed about Em droppin' offensive jokes or whatever, but when he’s doin' it just to get canceled or rile folks up, it’s dumb and childish. I don’t care if you’re possessed by Slim Shady or what, that’s a lame excuse. Reminds me of when lil' kids blame their imaginary friends for jackin' cookies from the jar. And yo, aside from "Brand New Dance", Em’s rockin' this same choppy flow that I’m seein' a lot lately. It’s that flow where they spit a couple words quick, then pause, and finish the line. They do it the same way or just randomly throughout the whole track. I can’t stand it. I need my bars to be smooth, not this stop-start nonsense every four words.

And these beats? Supposedly Dre produced? I know Dre’s gettin’ up there, but I didn’t think he was this outta touch. Some of this sounds like it should be on an alt-rock album, not a hip-hop joint.

Bottom line? This album ain’t it. It’s passable, but that’s sad. This might hit with teens or angsty types, but it’s not for serious hip-hop heads or grown folks. Cop it if you want, but it ain’t the classic some folks makin' it out to be.

REVIEW - Big Latto: Sugar Honey Iced Tea

BIG LATTO: SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA

Yo, what up, fam? It's ya boy Dondi White back in the mix, 'bout to break down the hottest joint on the streets right now – "Sugar Honey Iced Tea" by Big Latto. This joint better be fire 'cause it's outselling EVERYBODY out here. We just one week in, and it’s already moved 29K units. We talkin' a double-disc, 22 tracks deep, so let's spin this and see what's good:

"Georgia Peach" – Intro's aight, it's startin' smooth. Lyrics kinda mid, though. Latto's spittin' now, givin' me major Drake vibes. Her flow feelin' like somethin' Drizzy would drop. Yo, I wish these lady MCs would switch it up from all this sex talk, though. That’s all this is. It's aight, I guess.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 4/10  

Total – 9/20

Big Mama: Yo, if she takin' a page from Roxanne Shante, this joint better slap. But nah, it’s just more drama about dude problems. Another sex anthem. Wait, hold up, beat switch – this better go hard. Aight, that was dope. She out here multi-taskin', dissin' someone while flexin' on her sex game again. Who she talkin' 'bout, though? Or maybe it's just generic. Anyway, I’m still rockin’ with Roxanne’s classic over this.

Beats – 7/10  
Lyrics – 5/10  

Total – 12/20

Blick Sum: Aight, the beat’s kinda tight. But these lyrics? Same ol’ same ol’, man. At least she ain't bitin' Drake's flow this time, but she ain't killin' the beat like another lady MC would. Some of these rhymes are mad basic, though. The hook? Straight generic, man.

Beats – 6/10  
Lyrics – 5/10  

Total – 11/20

"Settle Down" – Yo, this beat’s solid too. I keep sayin’ that ‘cause it’s true, but nothin’s really hittin' different, ya feel me? She soundin’ like Drake again. Is Drake ghostwriting for her or somethin’?! These lyrics feel straight outta a Drake album, for real. All this talk about “insecure hoes” – classic Drake. And “Me don’t play around”? Yeah, that’s gotta be Drake.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 4/10  

Total – 9/20

"Shrimp & Grits" ft. Young Nudy – It’s aight. Beat’s better, but man, it’s just more sex raps. What happened to the "strong, independent woman" vibes? These girls out here just talkin' about runnin' up the body count.  

Young Nudy’s on this one, but he ain’t bringin’ nothin’ special. Did he really just say her pussy sounds like spaghetti? Dumbest bar I’ve heard in a minute. Get this dude off the track, he ruined it. They should’ve wrapped this joint up at the 2-minute mark, no cap.

Beats – 6/10  
Lyrics – 4/10  

Total – 10/20

"There She Go" – Yo, they sampling “Boyz-n-the-Hood” by Eazy-E? This better be fire, ‘cause that track’s a classic. But nah, she kick it off with:

"Back then - I was broke  
Now - I'm on the island getting my back blown"

For real? That how we be startin’? The rap on the hook is mad weak too. And yo, I don’t hit women, but I’d smack this hook with a chair, for real. Feelin’ like Drake ghostwrote this one too, especially the second verse. Switch the genders, and it’s basically a Drake track.

Beats – 7/10  
Lyrics – 3/10  

Total – 10/20

"Brokey" – This one’s like Ice Spice with a lil’ more skill, but man, it’s just sex rap on repeat. I don’t get how they drop whole tapes on this one topic. Maybe it’s the same way cats do whole joints about money, drugs, or activism. But yo, those bells on this beat? Makes me wanna wild out on the DJ with a golf club, no lie. Maybe tie the sucker to a chair and punt him in the ocean, word.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 4/10  

Total – 9/20

"Mimi Interlude" – Just a skit, so no rating, but whatever, it’s cool.

"H&M" – More sex raps. Title’s on point, though, ‘cause this is straight-up background music for girly stores. That beat’s tinklin’ like crazy, though. Sounds like if “Make the Music With Your Mouth Biz” got mixed by Marley Marl on a bad day after hittin’ the bottle. And I swear, Drake probably penned this.

Beats – 3/10  
Lyrics – 4/10  

Total – 7/20

"Copper Cove" ft. Hunxho – It’s aight, but feels like I’m trapped in a perfume shop, suffocatin’ on all that flowery scent. Hunxho jumps in, soundin’ mad outta place, like a mob boss crawlin’ out of a bed of pink roses. For real, this track is just too girly.

Beats – 3/10  
Lyrics – 5/10  

Total – 8/20

"Ear Candy" ft. Coco Jones – The singin’ on this one? Either gonna knock me out or put me in a trance. The flow is straight trash, might be the worst yet. And those lyrics? Screamin’ Drake’s ghostwriting. Feels like it was ripped right off that "Take Care" or somethin’. I needs that "Take Care" type ish like I need a third nostril or something. The hook shoulda been the whole track ‘cause Coco Jones smoked Latto, no contest.

Beats – 3/10  
Lyrics – 2/10  

Total – 5/20

"Liquor" – The hook’s decent, but what’s goin’ on with this flow?! First four bars are straight garbage. She picks it up after, but that voice? Way too high-pitched, girl, what were you thinkin’?

Second verse? The rhyme scheme’s a joke, man. Can’t take it seriously.

Beats – 4/10  
Lyrics – 4/10  

Total – 8/20

"Squeeze" ft. Megan Thee Stallion – Aight, got Megan on this one, so it should be lit. The hook’s cool, feelin’ like a throwback to those 90s hip-pop joints. Still on that sex tip, but the sound’s got me noddin’, not the lyrics though. Wait, hold up! Megan just threw shots at Nicki Minaj! She snapped on that verse, yo! Rewind that!

Yup, that’s a Nicki Minaj diss, and it goes hard! This is the rawest part of the whole album so far. Megan spittin’ straight fire at Nicki.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 8/10 (Megan bodied it)

Total – 13/20

"Good 2 You" ft. Ciara – Got Ciara on this one. It’s aight. Beat’s decent, but them wood block sounds? Nah, too much. There’s a nod to Ludacris’ "What’s Your Fantasy" in here. But it’s just another sex rap. The hook’s the best part again, but I swear, Drake probably wrote this too.

Beats – 4/10  
Lyrics – 4/10  

Total – 8/20

"Look What You Did" ft. Mariah the Scientist – Never heard of this Mariah the Scientist chick, but with a name like that, she better bring it. But nah, this is more Drake ghostwriting, I can feel it. Mariah’s decent, but nothin’ special. This track’s a straight snoozefest, no cap.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 3/10  

Total – 8/20

"Prized Possession" ft. Teezo Touchdown – Aight, before I hit play, I’m bettin’ this is a sex rap about her bein’ her man’s most prized possession. Let’s see if I’m right…

Nope, I was off. It’s a track about her ex. But it feels weird, like Drake’s talkin’ through Latto. I’m thinkin’, is this low-key a Kendrick diss? If Drake’s really ghostwriting, I wouldn’t put it past him to throw subliminals at Kendrick under the cover of a girl’s breakup rap. That brother with the estrogen enhanced blood, he'd do some dumb shit like this yo.

Beats – 4/10  
Lyrics – 3/10  

Total – 7/20

"S/O to Me" – Now we talkin’. This rap’s got more substance, the kinda vibe I wish we got more of. But wait, around 1:30, it’s feelin’ like Drake might’ve penned this again. Can’t say for sure, but it’s got his fingerprints all over it. And just when I thought we had somethin’ real, she drops, "I’m tryin’ to decompress in Turks with essential oil" – Yo, that’s classic Drake, always talkin’ ’bout Turks. He def wrote this. Thought I had somethin' legit for a sec, but nah.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 6/10  

Total – 11/20

"Chicken Grease" – Yo, this beat is fire, but that intro? Straight trash. That singsongy vibe? Nah, that’s a rookie mistake. She soundin’ like Ice Spice, and not in a good way. And don’t get me started on the hook – it’s straight up painful. Never knew a woman could sound like church bells gone wild, but Latto just proved me wrong. Bet this is Drake’s pen game again, ‘cause some of these lines are straight corny. Check these out:

"Twice soldier, you a GI  
Play with me and you go D-I-E"

"All you do is bite, you thought you ate"

Word is bond, that ish is prime Mr. Canada Soyboy. You know who I mean, Drizzler hisself.

"Put It on Da Floor" – Beat’s decent, flow’s kinda weird though. I’m tellin’ you, Drake had to have written these lyrics. She’s talkin’ smack, but I don’t even know who she’s aiming at. It’s just... decent. Not trash, but nothin’ to write home about.

Beats – 6/10  
Lyrics – 5/10  

Total – 11/20

"On Da Floor Again" – Wait, the same beat?! This better be worth it. Why she just recyclin’ the whole track? Now Cardi B’s jumpin’ in, but man, right from the jump we get a wack bar:

"Put a ribbon on me, I've been acting brand new"

Feels like Drake’s fingerprints all over this again. And that flow? Feels like a leftover from "My Homies Still" by Lil Wayne, which Drake supposedly wrote parts of.

Beats – 6/10  
Lyrics – 3/10  

Total – 9/20

"Sunday Service" – Aight, it’s cool so far, nothin’ special. But hold up! Did she just say, "Body count so low, I feel like I'm a virgin"? Ain’t this the same chick who’s been braggin’ about her body count all album? Nah, you can’t play both sides like that. Pick one, girl.

Then she drops this nonsense: 

"You're a clown and I'm allergic"

Yo girl, who’s allergic to clowns? That bar makes zero sense. Anybody out here got clown allergies? Nah, didn’t think so.

WAIT, WHAT?! She just dissed Ice Spice! What went down between them? Peep this:

"Think I'm the shit? Bitch, I know it, hoe  
Jesus walked on water, I got ice boiling though!"

That’s a shot at Ice Spice, no doubt. Wonder if Ice even caught that. Might have to hit the forums and see what folks are sayin’.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 5/10  

Total – 10/20

"Sunday Service" (Remix) ft. Megan Thee Stallion and Flo Milli – Remix time. I’m listenin’ close now. Flo Milli’s verse is cool, nothin’ crazy. Megan’s up next, and she bodied it. I don’t know who she’s throwin’ shots at, probably takin' shots at Nicki, but Megan’s been on point every time. Ouch.

Beats – 5/10  
Lyrics – 7/10  

Total – 12/20

Aight, let's break this down:

187/420

45%.

This joint was some mid, straight up sex rap, and mall music for those college chicks who think they runnin' things. It wasn’t hittin’. Latto got that voice and that talent, but man, sometimes her flow be wild annoying, like nails on a chalkboard. Some of them beats were trash too, enough to make anyone lose they mind. There’s a couple gems in here, but a lotta it is just straight wack. Best parts? That’s when Megan came through, ‘cause shorty can really rip a track when she wanna.

A lotta this album sounds like it got Drake's fingerprints all over it, writin’ from a female perspective. Latto even sound like Drake sometimes, and that’s a problem, ‘cause when I’m listenin’ to Latto, I wanna hear Latto, not some Drake clone. She got the voice for female rap, but she gotta drop that ghostwriter, no cap. And don’t front like there ain’t no ghostwriter. The quality and style on these tracks flip-flop so much, ain’t no way she ain’t gettin’ help. And before y'all come in crying sayin' that the brother here's buggin', that boy Champagne Floppy be soundin' more like a chick every day. I ain't sayin' The Boy's on that bisexual tip, but Floppy the marshmallow rapper's gotten pretty dang close.

Them Nicki Minaj and Ice Spice disses? Didn’t see that comin’, but they was solid. But like MC Lyte said: "Do not say shit till you write your own rhymes!" I’m low-key curious if Nicki or Ice Spice gonna clap back, especially Ice Spice. Never heard her on a diss track, and I’m just tryna see how that would play out, probably for the laughs more than anything.

And one more thing – Latto, miss me with that "Big Mama" title. Roxanne Shante was the original, and she earned that. You snatchin’ that title when 80% of your tape is the same ol’ topic and maybe ghostwritten? That’s a bad look, sis. Cool it with that stolen valor, for real.

REVIEW - YG: Just Re'd Up 3

YG: Just Re'd Up 3

Yo, what's good, fam? It's your boy Dondi White, the top dog in this hip-hop game, back in the spot once again. YG, one of Kendrick's homies, just dropped that fresh joint, "Just Re'd Up 3", like fifteen minutes ago. Been mad hype around this one, and I've been fiendin' to peep it. Let's see what's really good with it.

1. Go Brazy - Yo, that tough talk on the intro got me hyped, no cap. Ayy, I hear that Mustard beat! This dude’s voice always hits, no doubt. This joint is fire, even though the production’s a little shaky. Aight, the features just pulled up—some crew called Baby Stone Gorillas. Sounds like they just phoned it in, but I’m still vibin’ with it. Solid start.

Beats - 7/10  

Lyrics - 6/10  

13/20

2. Right Now - We kickin' off with some piano and them racecar sounds. Dope. YG’s spitting now, talkin’ about some broad he’s gettin’ down with. The hook is on point, and DJ Mustard stepped up with the production. Everyone did their thing on this one.

Beats - 9/10  

Lyrics - 6/10  

15/20

3. Onlyfans - This one’s kinda cheesy, talkin’ about savin’ strippers from their grind. That Jaye Anderson dude is singin’, and it’s aight. YG comes through, and it’s just okay. Another sex track though—son better switch it up soon.

Beats - 6/10  

Lyrics - 6/10  

12/20

4. She Pretty - This beat is straight fire, fam. I’m really feelin’ it. Way better than the last track—got that classy vibe if you know what I’m sayin’. Saweetie jumps in—she’s everywhere right now. All the verses been tight so far. This might be the hottest joint on the album.

Beats - 9/10  

Lyrics - 7/10  

16/20

5. Put it in my Hand - More piano, huh? It’s cool. Larry June is on here, and he’s soundin’ solid. But this track is movin’ a bit too slow for me. The lack of bass compared to the other joints is a letdown. It’s alright, but it ain’t hittin’ like that.

Beats - 5/10  

Lyrics - 6/10  

11/20

6. Street Love - Yo, I’m diggin’ the xylophone on this joint. And Diamond Platinumz is on it too—dude always brings that fire with his Tanzanian flow. 

Now YG’s spittin’, and his flow is tight. He drops a sick line too: "I don't hold grudges, I hold Uzis." That’s tough.

Beats - 7/10  

Lyrics - 7/10  

14/20

7. Her Way - Some cat named Kalan.fr.fr is featured. He sounds like one of them generic SoundCloud singers, but it ain’t terrible. But yo, it’s the same old subject—sex, sex, sex.

"You're so sexy I'm going to call you Redd"

That line was mad corny, fam. Why you gotta compare your girl to some weak rapper like that? Straight cringe.

The lyrics here are straight trash compared to the rest of the album. Just a bunch of cheesy pickup lines, no real bars.

Beats - 5/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

9/20

8. It's Givin' - Ty Dolla Sign pops up again—dude’s on everybody’s album this year. The track is just okay, nothing crazy with the beat. Another sex track, but then it takes a left turn—Ty Dolla Sign tries to rap. Word is bond, it sounds like he’s tryna spit bars while choppin’ veggies. I had to rewind that tape and make sure I heard that right, and yeah, he really did drop a verse that bad. My man needs to stay in his lane, being the T-Pain of this era—not a rapper.

Beats - 6/10  

Lyrics - 4/10 (Ty messed this up with that weak rap)  

10/20

9. Interlude - Not a track, so we ain’t really talkin’ about it. It’s an interesting skit though—wish they would’ve fleshed out the backstory more. Maybe they’ll do it later.

DISC 2:

10. Malibu - Yo, this joint is fire. YG’s spittin’ hard, and it’s hittin’ nice. Some of the rhymes are a little basic, but it’s still solid. That touring-flooring rhyme scheme is kinda weak though, mad annoying. Now Tee Grizzley’s on the mic, and he’s off-beat but still dope. I’m feelin’ it, and the hook is on point. G. Herbo came through too—it’s aight, but YG really stole the show here.

Beats - 7/10  

Lyrics - 8/10  

15/20

11. Violence - This one starts off smooth. YG better go in on this joint. Hold up… is this a Drake diss? I think it might be. I remember YG was heated when Drake name-dropped him in that diss at Kendrick. There’s a lotta heat in these bars. Gotta run this back to catch everything, but I’m pretty sure YG came through with shots at Drake. It's aight, another brother takin' shots at the Human Croissant.

Beats - 6/10  

Lyrics - 8/10  

14/20

12. Rescue Me - This one starts off decent. Damn, Ty Dolla Sign is back on here again. Hope he doesn’t mess it up. YG drops a weak line, actually two—straight garbage. The worst one was:

"Heard the pussy good - I reviewed it on Yelp"

That’s mad corny and dumb. 

The hook is catchy, but the lyrics ain’t on point. This hook’s gonna get stuck in my head, and that’s not a good look. Then we gotta sit through an outro skit of YG gettin’ head. Why don’t rappers just drop that stuff on a separate track so we can skip it?

Beats - 6/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

10/20

13. Kolors - This beat is wild. YG’s goin’ in on it, too. I just hope the features keep up. Damn, the second verse is even crazier. The flow is straight up hardcore—I’m lovin’ it. Third verse comes in, not as strong but still solid. Overall, this track is pure fire.

Beats - 8/10  

Lyrics - 7/10  

15/20

14. Love Make - This one’s another solo joint. The intro singing is all over the place, disorganized as hell. It’s whatever, just another sex track—nothin’ we ain’t heard a million times before.

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 5/10  

9/20

15. Stupid - This beat is wild. Oh, it’s Mustard on the track—that explains why it’s so hard. But then YG drops another dumb line:

"I can't picture me without a cheque  

Without a cheque I am a wreck"

Son, that’s too basic to be a solid bar. Yachty and Babyface came through, but they were as boring as you’d expect. Straight snooze fest.

Beats - 8/10  

Lyrics - 5/10  

13/20

16. My Favorite - Kalan.fr.fr is back on this one. There’s way too many generic sex raps on soft, corny beats. This is the kinda track you play to make a chick fall asleep, smiling and lookin' cute.

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

8/20

17. Knocka - The opera sample is a cool touch. The flow is decent too. But then he’s out here callin’ his girl Lady Gaga, just like with that weak Sexxy Redd line earlier. Sigh. At least the flow and energy are solid, though.

Beats - 7/10  

Lyrics - 6/10  

13/20

18. Pimp My Ride - This beat is smooth as hell. YG’s solo on this one, so no one else to blame if it flops. The constant "-ang" rhyming in the first verse is basic and awkward as hell. Takes away from the track. Then he drops another trash bar:

"She told me it was Packers season - that means she's leaving"

And this gem:

"Last night I did it up
Woke up like I did it up"

Yo, YG, do you even check your bars before spittin’ them? How does that line even make sense son? You either “did it up” or it's like you did, but you didn’t—you can’t have it both ways. Or maybe it’s just straight redundant. Either way, that line is dumb as hell.

Beats - 4/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

8/20

19. I'm in Love - Finally, the last track! More piano. And guess what? He’s back to rhyming about broads. Again. And again. And again. Yawn… The hook’s alright, though.

Beats - 5/10  

Lyrics - 4/10  

9/20

214/360

59%

Aight, that was straight trash. YG still on fall off and it’s clear this dude’s got a one-track mind now. Almost every joint outta the eighteen on here is just about sex, like YG wants you to know he does the sexiest sex you've ever sexed and that you gotta hear it over and over till son's got you knowin' that in your sleep. For real though, the only thing savin’ this tape is the beats. If DJ Mustard didn’t lace about a quarter of these tracks, trust me, this joint would’ve scored in the thirties or even lower. Whenever YG couldn’t link up with Mustard, he picked the most boring and weirdest beats he could find without goin’ full soft rock on us. I don’t even know what to call some of these beats—sounds like somethin’ you’d hear at a girls-only college birthday party, with them sippin’ lemonade and sniffin’ flowers. I’m startin’ to think YG spends his time browsin’ Pornhub and smellin’ flowers too. Surprised there ain’t a track about his stepsister gettin’ stuck in the washing machine while in a bikini or somethin’, son goes on about chicks so dang much.

There’s so many corny lines on this tape, it’s pathetic. I ain’t even gonna list them out, mostly ‘cause I’m too lazy to rewind these wack tapes.

All in all, this tape’s a serious letdown. Cop it if you wanna hear some DJ Mustard beats, but honestly, who cares? You can probably find ‘em on YouTube on some music piracy channel and be good. Don’t waste your dough on a whole album just for Mustard.

REVIEW - ScHoolboy Q: Blue Lips

SCHOOLBOY Q - BLUE LIPS 

Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy Dondi White, the man with the plan, the reviewer in demand, aka "the internet's busiest music critic," the swiper of random titles, and the slickest snake in the grass. Let’s peep what we got on this joint. They say it's fire, but we gon’ see.

Funny Guy

Aight, this beat startin’ off smooth. Got that Galaga sample looped up and flipped. Vocals creepin’ in, light guitar vibes. Okay, okay. Now the vocals really kickin' in. Eh, it’s aight. More like a chant than a real joint, though.

Pop

Too $hort sample right out the gate. That’s a nice throwback. It’s cool. Lyrics are cool. But those ad-libs? Man, they straight up annoying, like dude’s caught a cold or somethin’. Now it’s driftin’ into some abstract beat stuff. Feels like a weird almost-track. Q spittin’ now, it’s solid but basic. Rico Nasty jump on, and she smooth with it, but still, it ain’t hittin’ right. Oh, damn. She went off, murked the dude in eight bars flat. Poor Q got bodied on his own track, and we just gettin’ started.

Beats - 5/10

Lyrics - 3/10

8/20

THank God For Me

This one starts off soft, aight, we chillin’. The flow is decent, delivery on point, but those rhymes? They ain’t cuttin’ it. But I’m feelin’ the vibe, even if the rhymes are trash. He’s just rhyming "fine" over and over. SMH.

Beats - 8/10

Lyrics - 5/10

13/20

Blueslides

Most these joints are soft, so I’m just gon’ accept these basic a-a-b-b rhymes. But this one’s got some depth. It's cool, talkin’ fatherhood and self-reflection. Good for a wind-down after the last track. Some Kendrick vocals in the back, that’s tight, but prolly just samples. It’s chill, but low-key might put me to sleep.

Beats - 5/10

Lyrics - 6/10

11/20

Yeern 101

Beat’s fire and he’s spittin’. These rhymes hit different, way better than the rest. It’s dope even though his flow gets weird in the second verse.

Beats - 8/10

Lyrics - 6/10

14/20

Love Birds

This joint’s nice too, but again, basic rhymes. Some lines are straight-up trash. Dude keeps repeatin’ himself, like he ain't got nothin’ to say. Devin Malik steps in and does his thing, nothin' special but better than Q. Somebody’s singin’, prolly Lance Skiiiwalker. Soft vibes, it’s cool.

Beats - 6/10

Lyrics - 5/10

11/20

Movie

Some cat named AzChikie is on this. I’m hopin’ Q finally steps up ‘cause he been gettin’ bodied by all his features. Nah, AzChikie smoked him too. This track is weak, maybe the beat saves it.

Beats - 5/10

Lyrics - 0/10

5/20

Cooties

Please, let this be better. Nah, this dude's rhyme game is weak as hell. This is Dr. Seuss-level corny. Not good at all.

Beats - 7/10

Lyrics - 4/10

11/20

oHio

This beat’s sleepy... here comes the rap. This dude’s flow and rhymes are so basic, man. Oh, beat switch! He better go hard. Freddie Gibbs jump in and he straight up eats Q alive. Seriously, what’s up with Q? Every feature’s killin’ him on his own joints. Gibbs murks him again at the end.

Foux ft. Ab-Soul

This better be fire. Ab-Soul usually kills it on features. Q’s just rappin’ about whatever. The hook? Straight trash. Just a string of words, for real. Ab-Soul saves the day, though, with some real ish to think about. His verse was basic but dope. Everything else? Nah.

Beats - 6/10

Lyrics - 5/10

11/20

First

This one’s aight. But them rhymes? Trash again. Why this dude so basic and empty? He’s boys with Kendrick, and none of that lyrical genius is rubbin’ off on him.

Unless Q's got some hidden codes other than his gang affiliations, this is just generic.

Beats - 8/10

Lyrics - 4/10

12/20

Nunu

Oh man, this moaning flow is painful. But I gotta power through. As a reviewer, I can't skip. Ugh, this is so basic and generic though.

Beats - 6/10

Lyrics - 4/10

10/20

Back N Love

Devin Malik about to murder Q again on his own joint. Malik’s voice is annoying and his raps are basic, but he still kills Q. Q’s tryna sound spooky and deep, but the lyrics flop hard. Some of these rhymes are straight misses. I’m sitting here guessin’ his next line, and I’m right. That’s how predictable this is. SMH.

Beats - 7/10

Lyrics - 3/10

10/20

Lost Times

Might as well name this album after this track. Jokes aside, it’s basic again. It’s a hood tale, aight, better than some of the other joints. If Q could rhyme better, he might be a top MC.

Beats - 6/10

Lyrics - 6/10

12/20

Germany 86

Nice, soft beat, I’m feelin’ it. Seems like this one’s for his moms. Q grew up on an army base in Germany, and this track’s about that. Feels too short, though.

Beats - 6/10  

Lyrics - 4/10

10/20

Time Killers

This one’s pretty good. Vocal effects are interesting, but overall, the weak lyrics make it dull. At least son stays on topic.

Beats - 5/10  

Lyrics - 5/10

10/20

Pig Feet

This track starts off strong. The beat is dope, maybe one of the best. But damn, those constant ad-libs are annoying. Thought we were gonna get a story, but nah. It’s an anti-cop joint. I’m with it, it does what it’s supposed to. Wish Childish Major got more shine, though.

Beats - 8/10

Lyrics - 5/10

13/20

Smile

This sing-song vibe is cool, but where’s the substance? That’s it?! Really? Finished weak, only a minute of outro.

Beats - 6/10

Lyrics - 4/10

10/20

That was mid, fam. Let’s tally it up:

178/340

52%

This was pretty weak, no cap. The beats and guest spots saved it, but ScHoolboy Q just ain’t cuttin’ it. Felt too soft, and the lyrics were basic and weak. Some tracks had a message, others were straight-up filler. I like my rap with substance. That’s why I rock with KRS-One, Gang Starr, K-Dot, Lupe Fiasco. These cats bring messages, philosophy, and deep thoughts to their bars. Been on that conscious rap wave since Chuck D was my fave at twelve. But that era’s slippin’ away.

There’s too many corny lines and bad jokes. That hook on Foux? Wack. Would’ve trashed the song if Ab-Soul didn’t save it. And don’t even get me started on Q gettin’ smoked by every guest except the singer on Lost Times. This was a letdown. Guess rollin’ with Kendrick don’t automatically make you lyrical. And that outro? Pure trash. Yikes.