"People ask how music is goin’ I heard it pays...

I just came off makin’ 2 million in 30 days" - Drake

So, um, I like Drake. I really do. So far gone got major play from me. I also did not buy his album. In fact, I have tried to avoid reviews of his album. Sort of like I blogged about Wale, I get scared to hear these "studio" releases because most studio people are stupid. They are ruining hip hop. The look to sell a product and not help to create art. And unless you are Kanye, you don't have the pull to be able to shape the album in the way that you want.

Anyway, I like this joint from Drizzy, but I have a sneaky suspicion his album sounds nothing like this.

Yeah.... uh........ yeah
These are my one St Thomas flows
Me and my n-ggas and some madonna hoes
That look just like virgins but trust they down to go
Discussin’ life and all our common goals
Smart kids that smoke weed, honor roll
Look how the champagne diamonds flow
Find dining, pour another another glass when the wine is low
Im in the crib stackin’ money from here to the ceilin’
Whatever it is I got is clearly appealin’
These other rappers gettin’ that inferior feelin
I hope you feel it in your soul, spiritual healin’
Take a look at yourself the mirror’s revealin’
If you ain’t got it you ain’t got it the theory is brilliant
People ask how music is goin’ I heard it pays
I just came off makin’ 2 million in 30 days
Damn I guess it does what the message was
Sometimes I feel I be spendin’ my money just because
But weezy im just out here reppin’ us
Till I get to shake the hand of the man that’s blessin’ us
Yeah, I know these n-ggas miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smellin’ like teen spirit
I asked kindly if no-one out here would bring there feet up
Until I lose for now I’m the game’s single leader
I fly private so no-one tells me to bring my seat up
And book a suite when me and your favorite singer meet up
Who you like, tell me who it is
Imma make sure that that women is the next one on my list
I should call it a night but f-ck it I can’t resist
This one is for all the n-ggas from my city tryin to diss
Without a responce from me you really fail to exist
And I love to see you fail that feelin’ there is the sh-t
I swear, aghh, p-ssy n-gga get your bread up
Enjoy the seat that the steward just forced your ass to let up
Why your scary ass lookin’ down pick your head up
No-one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous gettup
With nose plugs in now I can smell a set up
So your just wastin your time your just only makin me better
Yeah I try to tell them don’t judge me because you heard stuff
Chasin’ cash that’s my brother from the surf club
Damn that n-gga always kept it so hood
Back when we would smoke good at the oakwoods
And have girls fall through like coins in a couch
Now we just f-ckin all the b-tches they warned us about
Scared for the first time everything has clicked
What if I dont really do the numbers they predict
Considerin the fact that im the one that they just picked
To write a chapter in history this sh-t has got me sick
But if I really do it dont expect to get a split
Cause this truly is some sh-t I don’t expect you all to get
Im nervous but im about to kill it cause they about to let the realist team in
Throwin up in a huddle n-gga Willie Beamin
Were still throwin touchdown passes
And tortoise frame glasses
Hopin that someone catch it
People say that oh drake we started to miss it
But they need to be a little more specific man is this what yall want?
And my best chris tucker impression
Ducking your questions
F-ck your suggestions
Money gets all of my love and affection
Cars all black like the cover of essence
I’m allergic to comin in second
But I never sneeze
N-gga YMOE n-gga yeeah
Uh, yeah, this want yall want
Octobers Very Own
Young Money
ATF
Thank me later in this b-tch wasssup
Free Weezy in this b-tch wasup
June 15th in this b-tch wasup

"When I'm shooting let's see who drop...

...the police, media and suckas that went Pop" - Ice Cube

Ice Cube's first solo album was absolutely incredible. It took all of the attitude and anger of the NWA projects and added social consciousness and more in-depth political and social commentary. All of that with a palate of the frenzied sound of Public Enemy's production team, the Bomb Squad, and you had the recipe for a classic LP.

Vomitspit - Eminem

"Or leaning out a window with a cocked shotgun
Driving up the block in the car that they shot Pac in
Lookin for Big's killers, dressin' ridi-culous
Blue and red like I don't see what the big deal is
Double barrel twelve gauge bigger than Chris Wallace
Pissed off, cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this
Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off em
And get dollars that should've been theirs like they switched wallets
And amidst all this Cris poppin and wrist watches
I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous
And walk around with a empty bottle of Remi Martin 
Starting shit like some 26 year old skinny Cartman 

All I see is sissies in magazines smiling
(He-he!)
Whatever happened to wildin out and being violent
Whatever happened to catchin a good old-fashioned passionate ass whoopin' and getting your shoes, coat, and your hat tooken

Marshal Mathers on a variety of topics, including, but not limited to: he anger regrading the unresolved deaths of two hip hop legends, rappers who capitalized on the death of those legends by stepping into their light and adapting their styles, and the dearth of good hardcore, unvarnished hip-hop music.