So I get if Eminem is fightin that urge to do a song wit Justin too. Son got cosigns out the ass so it aint like Em can jus diss the snow nigga n have it be like a battle of the snow niggas to see who got the most clout within the game right now. I mean its mad snow niggas that got passes right now. Its actually more white rappers than black or latino ones in the game right now b. Thats a statistical fact par. Bein Eminem aint so special no more. So I get why my dude is conformin n shit… but he took it a little too far on this one. This shit sound like a Ke$ha song wit better lyrics. But I aint gon sweat dude for wantin to get back to the top. Muthafuckas like Drizzy Drake been turned the game upside down n made it cool to be on some o.d. pop shit. Even the Bing version of Drake’s Google aka J.Cole gave up on tryin to be the next Nas n bit into the forbidden pop nigga fruit. That fruit is succulent…it be temptin dudes nahmean. Niggas dont kno how to act once they get a taste of that success on the pop charts n shit. Muthafuckin Pitbull gon sell more records than Styles P at the end of the day namsayin. Niggas got families to feed. But that aint you Marshall. This aint bout money…you worth like $150 Mil… You aight son. This is bout regainin that former glory n shit like that. So congrats son. You got radio locked wit this shit. You gon probably win a Grammy for best Pop collaboration n song of the year n shit like that…but remember where you came from homie. Also that yodelin shit wasnt fly my dude.
13. So Far… – Im startin to think Rick Rubin was sent in to either sabotage this project or help son make bad decisions. The beat is cooo…I mean I get that he wanna sample shit that means sumn to him personally n he happened to come up on all this backwoods redneck honky swimmin in swamps type shit . But if he gon sample this redneck shit he aint gotta sing the whole original chorus n bridge n all that shit too. I mean chill son. Lets compromise dunny. Plus the whole first verse is the detailed extended version of his “cant take a shit in the bathroom without someone standin by it” line from “The Way I Am”. But at the same time…its good to hear son clownin round n bein hisself n whatever. Its like a step in the right direction for him… cuz 9 times outta 10 Imma take “funny” Em over “serious” Em.
14. Love Game (feat. Kendrick Lamar) – Soon as niggas heard Kendrick was gon be goin head to head wit the white boy on this album…maaaaan…niggas imaginations jus ran wild wit that shit yo. Was it gon be some Renegade level shit happenin? Super Lyrical? The What? Lifes A Bitch? Brand New Guy? I mean…what caliber of greatness was this shit gon reach b? The magnitude of this shit couldnt be measured by human devices n instruments yo. You would need advanced equipment n crystals n shit from Superman home planet of Krypton to measure the magnitude of the greatness that was bout to transpire on this muthafucka. The expectations was on another. mutha. fuckin. level. dog. So when the tracklist dropped n niggas could see that the shit they was gon collab on was called “Love Game”…yanno…like the Lady Gaga song…the expectations dropped down a little nahmean. But yo…Em had that joint on Recovery wit Lil Wayne “No Love” …n that shit sampled the Haddaway shit from Night At The Roxbury…n THAT shit came out kinda aight. So worst case scenario is the shit would be on that level of pretty goodness…maybe not GREAT…but still good namsayin. But this shit kicks off soundin like some shit that Baby walked into the room to when she helped son carry the watermelons to the party in Dirty Dancing (dont front yo you seen that shit on tv too nigga)… Ionno who had the idea to rap over this shit or make a beat outta this but it took hokey to the next next level b. Homeboy told me it sounded like shit that would come on on the jukebox in a diner n shit. The Fonz is somewhere in parallel universe witta popped collar n a chick in each arm noddin his head in approval to this shit as we speak yo. How many yes men he had in the room to give this shit the thumbs up when he made it b? I aint gon say the song is trash but he hadda kno niggas was gon be hoping for sumn completely different…like the opposite of this shit. This shit is not what niggas was expectin like AT ALL yo. But is it Em n Kendrick who at fault for steppin way outside the box or our faults for havin different n much bigger expectations? I mean Kendrick had jus come off a hot streak wit the “Control” verse n the Pusha-T collab “Nosetalgia” n set the BET cyphers on fire..so for this to be his way of followin that shit up…Im jus disappointed son. They actually spittin on this shit but the music was jus a major letdown for me personally. I aint mad at it like I was before but I definitely aint goin out my way to skip to track 14 when I listen to this muthafucka next. Shit sounds like a Sugar Ray song. You better than this Marshall….n dont you een say nothin to me Kendrick.
15. Headlights (feat. Nate Ruess) – Man…when I seen the name “Nate Ruess” on the tracklist I almost lost all hope in this album son. Dog is in a band called Fun b… I use to tell muthafuckas LOOK…IT AINT CUZ IM HOMOPHOBIC OR NOTHIN BUT I JUS DONT LIKE THESE MUTHAFUCKAS. But it turns out none of em dudes is gay anyways…Im like WORD? But thats neither here nor there namsayin. I recognize that son got talent. I jus dont like the shit he makes wit his talent. Its jussa preference n shit. Anyways you cant een tell me this shit wasnt inspired by the “Mother” joint by John Lennon. Thats right…im up on all that shit. From the four on the floor type drumbeat to the piano n the subject matter n all that… but this definitely a high point on the album.
I thought this was gon be some trash to be perfectly honest wit yalls. Like I thought this was gon suck all types of dick but its actually a damn good song b. Maybe Im jus gettin caught up in the emotional side of this shit…I aint heartless dog. I aint gon front tho…when grown ass dudes express they regrets n emotions over shit to do wit family I feel where they comin from. This a dude that talked bout rapin n killin his old earth n now he here apologizin for hurtin the woman. This shit had tears rollin down the inside of my face b. I aint gon lie. I was sheddin tears down the inside of my cheeks while I listened to it n I aint ashamed of that fact yo. That shit hit me bruh. I aint one to weep or cry like that but sometimes you jus gotta allow that shit to happen b. I listened to this shit 5 times jus now n I felt the same emotions come over my muthafuckin physical each damn time son. Shit had me fucked up yo. I mean I aint een had the traditional vaginal birth like yalls. I mean summa yalls was c-section babies.. but regardless I aint experience none of that. I never gestated in the womb n shit like that. I was spawned from the depths of a volcano in Honolulu bout a half hour away from Waikiki Beach namsayin. I was brought to a nearby river n placed in a golden basket that made its way across the ocean n I washed ashore in the Mediterranean Sea n ended up floatin down the Blue Nile. To make a long story short…that basket was found by Sudanese farmers n I ended up bein trained in the ways of the warrior in a village outside of Khartoum. I learned all my survival techniques under the tutelage of a Samurai ronin that was livin in exile there at the time nahmean. Son took me under his wing n taught me the codes of obedience n bushido n all that shit. I learned to catch flies wit chopsticks n all that shit. His name was Miko Nishimaki…but I called him Sensei n shit. He had took a wife in the village of the Zande people nahmean. His wife also happened to be a expert in combat…n she had taught me the ways of the Niam-Niam warriors n shit. Her name was Grace. She was the closest thing I had to a moms. Before I left Khartoum we had had a disagreement that led to some bloodshed within the village that I cant really get into but lets jus say it was some fucked up shit that happened. Some limbs was severed….couple niggas lost they lives…. Basically I overreacted over shit that turned out to be a misunderstandin n I been livin wit those regrets ever since b. But gettin back to the song…I fucks wit it heavy.
16. Evil Twin – This shit haaaaaard bruh. I wish Sid Roams did the whole album cuz this beat jus nasty yo. You got shit like this in the stash but you rappin over them honky tonk clown shits wit the saloon pianos n them corny Rick Rubin beats? I mean aint Alchemist ya tour DJ? As in ALC the hardest workin producer in the game? Why you still fuckin wit em over the top DJ Khalil shits? And the fuck happened to Dre? How you forgot bout Dre when you made a song wit Dre bout not forgettin bout Dre? Do Dre even still produce bruh? We need answers Marshall… Anyways this is son tryin to figure out if its any difference between Eminem n Slim Shady… Ion wanna give away the answer but the answer is yeah. Theres definitely more than one side to son n too much of either one would be straight wack. This was a dope way to close out the album tho n I hope he keep goin this direction n shit. As in rap over beats like this.
So thats that. Imma say it like this n hopefully yall slow n opinionated ass muthafuckas who got like zero credibility to pass any kinda judgement based on ya 3 years of experience listenin to music that isnt from the Kidz Bop series or some shit that Barney the purple dinosaur taught you can keep up… This shit aint necessarily what I was expectin. Straight up. Like at all… I thought shit would end up soundin like Recovery 2. I was actually relieved that it didnt nahmean. My instincts was wrong n shit. At the same time…as the shit started takin all those corny turns musically I hadda tell myself it might not be for ME…but these white folk gon love all that shit. Its a matter of preference n cultural identity n shit in a way namsayin. As far as the rhymes…its no question that son jus makin the shit look easy. But the boy can rap. Like when you compare how he rap to how niggas like Jay n Kanye is rappin these days…(or Lil Wayne smh) its really no contest. When you take into account all the major niggas in that 40+ category…its only maybe Nas thats fuckin wit him. Jus as far as bein a rapper. Obviously muthafuckas like Black Thought, Sean Price, Busta Rhymes n Pharoahe Monch is wild nice too…but on this mainstream level it aint too many niggas in the 40+ age group that can fuck wit Marshall b. But thats ability n talent vs actual music. I aint a big fan of the way Hov rappin these days but Magna Carta was a modern day rap album. Shit sounded current. Sometimes Em jus be datin hisself wit the references to old shit n the classic rock samples. But he also keepin it 100 wit hisself. So you gettin those pieces of his DNA.. n thats why even niggas who dont fuck wit Em can tell you the name of his manager n his uncle who died n where he grew up n what he insecure bout n his views on females n shit like that. Cuz he puttin hisself out there whenever he makes music. Summa it is trash n summa it you might consider amongst the greatest hip hop that ever existed. One thing I noticed was that son is finally startin to come to terms wit the fact that he a grown man wit kids n responsibilities n shit. He apologized to his moms for the hurt he caused her…he conflicted bout his treatment of females considerin he tryna raise two girls of his own…n even tho this his most lyrically advanced album since MMLP…he playin it kinda safe n keepin the shock tactics to a minimum. This probably his most tame album as far as who it might offend since like Infinite n shit. He choosin his words more carefully now. He evolved as a muthafuckin man. I aint sayin its a good or a bad thing… But if anything he recognizin the fact that if muthafuckas is sayin his legacy is safe n he dont got nothin else to prove that thats a dangerous place to be as a rapper. You dont wanna be that old nigga that muthafuckas is worshippin for past achievments but can’t hold his own RIGHT NOW n shit. Like you might not be goin out ya way to cop new Kool G Rap music for example but you dont wanna fuck wit that nigga on the mic neither… like to this day. And thats a dude who been in the game since ’86 n shit. His legacy is bulletproof but he also a animal on the mic to this day b. Em can either follow Hov down that path of too successful to give a fuckness that he on or he can humble hisself n stay in the race. See I recognize that “Rap God” aint son restin on his laurels…He aint sayin LOOKIT ME CHILLIN WIT MY FEET UP ON THESE CLOUDS N SHIT its his declaration that he can still eat any muthafuckas food he want when it comes to this rap shit. He not sayin LOOK AT WHAT I DONE ACHIEVED ALREADY…he sayin LOOK AT WHAT THE FUCK I CAN STILL DO…n you gotta admire that. Its hard to have that mentality when you comfortable n own a radio station n got the net worth of at least 275,000 regular rappers. Anyways…I think once the dust settles n the hype dies down…n muthafuckas stop feelin appalled by his choice of beats on this shit…this gon be seen for what it is…a solid album witta couple mediocre moments…some bullshit songs.. n one unforgivably wack track. While his fellow Detroit resident Big Sean continues to raise the bar on lowerin the bar in rap…Eminem wants to show you why niggas in Detroit got that reputation for spittin. Nigga damn near EVERYBODY in Detroit can rap…so it makes sense that Eminem was bred for this shit. To be the white dude who rose above all the other rappers in a city like that you gotta be doin sumn crazy as a MC son…n he jus proved he still THAT (snow) NIGGA.
I gives this shit 4 Zeus slaps outta 5