Too damn ambitious to be shrugged off as a mere pothead, the Lil Wayne we’ve come to know post- Carter II is constitutionally more interested in starting problems than offering resolution. Judged, however, as a collection of singles and quotable verses - the criteria on which we’ve been grading hip-hop records since the end of disco - Tha Carter III is an agonizing piece of work.
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But what I suspect some of them don’t realize is that taken as conceptually provocative, anti-rational art - something on the order of Marcel Duchamp’s museum urinal - Tha Carter III is a monumental album full of powerful, self-defeating statements that obliterate rap’s internal logic without offering too much more than indifferent bong logic in return. Most of the critics who’ve gone ahead and reviewed this record are already at the bottom. If you’re salivating for the album-as-Generational-Event - a collective moment when the rap community queues up outside of record stores to hail its new king - then your hopes are headed for the waterfall of disappointment. Or at least, Lil Wayne has a vast enough imagination to make one wonder where the drugs kick in. The short verdict is yes, and the long answer probably involves drugs. Is it official? Do we have a nominee? Or the more immediate question: Is the record worth buying? So chances are, you’ve gathered here to find out or argue about whether or not Lil Wayne can now be called The Best Rapper Alive. Apparently, his excellent performances on mixtapes like Da Drought 3 and Dedication 2 didn’t resolve the best rapper question adequately enough. Yet for whatever reason - anti-Southern bias, anti-mixtape bias, something - each consecutive mixtape only raised the stakes for his next “official” release. Then things went bonkers, and the young work-a-holic unleashed, by my reckoning, 42 mixtapes in the span of three or four years, depending on how you count the overlap. A few years later, he released Tha Carter II, his last RIAA-approved, in-stores record, upon which the Napoleonic five-foot-four New Orleanian both emulated Jay-Z and usurped him by audaciously calling himself “the best rapper alive.”
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To zip through a backstory that is gradually calcifying into legend, Lil Wayne was once the lowly Onomatopoeia Contributor in a short-lived boy band called the Hot Boyz - his talents trended towards peculiar noises (“bling bling”, “scrrr!”), and sing-songy codas (“drop it like its hot”, “loud pipes, big rims, woadie that’s my life”). In one signature moment, that kind of dorky wrinkle in time foolery sums up everything that’s baffling, bogus, fascinating, and frustrating about the album that was all but teed up to be the hip-hop record of a generation - a generation that has indeed watched Lil Wayne get better, much better, in time. Biko it's all good, just know that he is soon to be your favorite rapper's favorite rapper.It’s a difficult thought to transcribe from Lil Wayne-ese to HTML, but if you ask me, the most mind-boggling lyric on Lil Wayne’s hotly anticipated new record goes like this: “Watch. Bouncing from baritone to alto and from alto to baritone, he makes love to the beat, and you'll react by loving him for it. His very unique style sometimes seems unorthodox. Biko will captivate your mind, body, and soul, without doubt! Now, not to boost his ego, but this man is nice.
Whatever category you fall into doesn't matter at all. Biko hits the hearts of black and non-black folks, hip hoppers or rock heads, critics, haters, and lovers. From his plea for direction from his father, to his more than obvious hate for haters, to his slick approach in schooling the younger generation, Mr. This man, as he so often blurts out "can not be compared to no other".
He's known for the erratic body language, and energy that he brings to the stage. Biko has vigorously exposed his talent in various nightclubs, from spots like Da Poetry Lounge in L.A. This is comparative to the rap game, but if you ask me he will not experience much resistance. Being the last born, young Biko had to defend himself and fight for position amongst the family. Biko the cognizant, was born in Brooklyn, and raised in Queens, N.Y.