Drake’s third studio album, Nothing Was The Same, leaked like Panama Jackson in the bushes of Centennial Park in 2009 on Sunday night. I’ve listened to this album no less than 20 times. Partly because I love my mother. Partly because I have to fulfill my lightskinneded duty.
Believe it or not, there is a lightskinneded duty. It’s this secret oath we take when we’re like 13 that states we will blindly support any and all endeavors created and performed by lightskint people as long as they don’t bring shame to our crest. Yes, all light skint people have a crest. Falcon’s. Toothpaste. One could say that when a light skint person trips, we’re crestfallen. Yes, that happened.
Point is, Drizzy’s album crestfell and I felt an obligation to listen to it. In short, it sounds like every other Drake album which means its a solidly produced album full of discussions about women he’s known, women he’s f*cking now, his triumphs and trappings of success and the humility it brings. Drake’s pretty human despite telling us how rich he is. Like even though he’s got more money than I’ll likely ever see, he makes me feel like I can relate. I mean, I used to argue with my mama too. “Started From The Bottom” is kind of ingeniuous if you think about it. He never defines “here”. So you can literally repeat that hook and never be lying, unlike “Tom Ford” which…well, how many of you actually rock Tom Ford. I say that hook all the time. I’m always lying. Jay-Z made me a liar.
That’s why Beyonce’s ass got snatched off that stage the other night. I can’t prove that but you probably can’t disprove it either.
Back to NWTS…have you ever listened to an album only to realize that you’re not paying attention to anything that’s being said but you feel like hey this sounds good. It’s like the opposite of listening to say, Eminem, nowadays, where you listen to everything he’s saying and its like totally sucking ass. Regardless of opinion, Drake is a good rapper. He murders most of his guest spots. And in truth, the only rapper worthy of addressing Kendrick Lamar’s “Control” verse was Drake.
Briefly, I know the world loved that verse, but if he never “called out names” I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t have thought twice about it. I think this says more about our need for anything remotely feeling non-emo in hip-hop. I don’t know where the shift happened but huzzah, ya know?
So let’s talk songs, mmkay, pumpkin? There’s a two song stretch – or as much of a stretch that two songs can be – of “305 To My City” and “Too Much” that are absolutely killing the game. The album intro “Tuscan Leather” also cracks like Chris Rock in New Jack City after he got the job at The Carter. Speaking of Lil Wayne (get it? The Carter?) he’s not on the album. That feels odd though Young Emo addresses the fact that he and Lil Wheeziana are all good on the intro. I really think they need to make a “HYFR” Part 2 though. Do you agree? Hell yeah? F*cking right? I think so.
The rest of the songs all kind of sound the same to me. This isn’t a bad thing at all since they sound decent, but they all sound like Drake songs on a Drake album. Jay is on the album and he sounds like current Jay. He’s still rich. And he namechecks everybody he made rich. You know, make another Hov and stuff.
While I know every body is excited about this, here’s some food for thought: people hate on Drake for talking about his feelings. But if he doesn’t talk about his feelings and talks hardcore, folks hate him then too. So we basically want Drake to stay in the “Fancy”, “Over”, bottle poppin’ life of excess lane…except, Drake actually reads good and probably listens to Joel Osteen and Joyce Meyer in the morning so he’s working on his growth and addressing his insecurities and feelings…which, considering how much we think Black men never actually get in touch with the feelings should be a good thing.
But when Drake does it, ees a problem. And I’m no different, I’ve accused many a person of Drakeing and driving. And don’t let a ninja get all caught up on some feelings for an ex he can’t let go…I’m blaming Drake. In fact, I’d like Congress to commission an experiment via NIH to see what happens when you only allow Black men to listen to Drake albums…does he become the man women want? Does he murder an oxen? Does he hate love and love love, ultimately ending up at tainted love while stopping the love he saved because it can’t be his own?
Anyway…here’s a real question: Drake is clearly here to stay…he’s three (successful) albums into a career where folks are flaming out a few singles in. He’s here to stay. Do we ever think there will be a time when he’ll transcend the ridiculous image we assign to him? This album isn’t a foray into any new terrirtory…it’s old hat with new jeans and socks territory.
I know nobody here cares – or at least that’s what I expect to read – but have you heard it? Where are we in the makings of what will actually be a real rap career of Drake? Is Drake gonna Jay-Z the game? Can he?
Talk to me.
-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka lower.case.p aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3