So we gonna act like Camel aint kill ya boy Lamar on his own ****??
- Thread starter Mr.Black
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did u even listen to kendricks last verse breh?
yeah and the nikka got murked, i mean dont make me post the lyrics and shyt
this nikka lamar sounding shook trying to give props so it dont look like he got his food ate,but that shyt aint work
healthydog
Rookie
up in the clouds, me and my SPOWWZEEE...
KiD WavE
All Star
u just mad that Kendrick dropped a classic album meanwhile Hov hasnt since 2003
Mr. Somebody
Friend Of A Friend
Jay z is no longer a voice of a generation. I cant think of one thing Jay z is really talking about on his new album. Relating to Kendrick Lamars music is easier.
SuburbanPimp
Giving game to lames since the 90s
Well I thought it was close to even.....
I thought Jay came with it though which sparked/inspired that last verse by kendrick.
Very dope collab though, its been a while that I have heard a song on the radio that actually has two artists spitting dope bars...
I thought Jay came with it though which sparked/inspired that last verse by kendrick.
Very dope collab though, its been a while that I have heard a song on the radio that actually has two artists spitting dope bars...
Gandolpiffini
Banned
Eight summers ago, Jay-Z described his impossible journey from no-name to brand name in eight sly words: Im not a businessman/Im a business, man.
A triumphant little zinger, no doubt. But what about the rest of us? When an artist self-identifies as a corporate entity, are we still Jay-Z fans? Or are we Jay-Z customers?
The answer to that late-capitalist riddle arrives with the rap icons insidious new album, Magna Carta . ;. ;. Holy Grail which first appeared last week as a data collection exercise disguised as a smartphone app capable of delivering a bundle of mediocre rap songs to your mobile device.
Heres how it worked: Samsung purchased a million copies of Magna Carta in advance, then, via the app, made the album available to subscribers five days before its widespread release. In exchange, users were asked to share access to their social media accounts, their phone calls, their GPS location and more. If the medium is the message, we finally had an answer to that fan-or-customer question.
And now who would want to be either? Throughout Magna Carta, the 43-year-old pretends hes a threat to a system hes so eagerly become a part of, as if his life as a champion capitalist is some perpetually escalating act of subversion. Hooray? Rooting for this man in 2013 is like rooting for Pfizer. Or PepsiCo. Or PRISM.
Plus, all of this Samsung hullabaloo has only distracted listeners from the fact that, musically and lyrically, Magna Carta is one of Jay-Zs blandest offerings. Over 16 joylessly professional tracks, our hero laces up his sneakers for his bazillion-thousandth victory lap around the hip-hop universe. Theres no mood, no verve, no vision to this music. Its the sound of champagne being sprayed around an empty locker room.
And thats disappointing considering the blitz of web and TV ads for Magna Carta, which suggested wed be basking in a richly sculpted songbook. The first television spot crash-landed during game five of the NBA Finals, with Jay jawing about his craft in the studio with the albums producers, Timbaland, Pharrell Williams, Swizz Beatz and Rick Rubin the last of whom wasnt actually involved in the making of the album at all.
Also in the ad, the rapper promised to document the difficulty of maintaining his sense of self in the riptides of fame and fortune. But as ever, Jay-Z maintains Oz-like distance on this album, refusing to expose the personal vulnerabilities that Kanye West, Frank Ocean, Drake and a generation of hip-hop stars rising in his wake have built their careers on.
Instead, Magna Carta is packed with his patented American dreaming at its most unimaginative. He name-drops Jean-Michel Basquiat and Francis Bacon as if the only point of art is to own it. He name-drops convicted D.C. gangster Wayne Silk Perry on a song named after fashion designer Tom Ford. And in a mysterious courtship ritual with Gen X, he recycles the hooks of R.E.M.s Losing My Religion and Nirvanas Smells Like Teen Spirit.
The last wheel falls off during the albums final cut, Nickels and Dimes. After coughing up a weak Lady Gaga pun Taking food out my little monsters mouth/Thatll drive me gaga and rekindling a weird media beef with 86-year-old Harry Belafonte, he closes the album by insulting the listeners who made him a superstar: Yall not worthy/Sometimes I feel like yall dont deserve me.
But that didnt stop Jay-Z from reanimating his oft-dormant Twitter account Monday afternoon where he answered questions and cracked jokes. It was as if he was trying to remind us that he was still human the only way he seems to know how: by shaking hands with his customers on the digital sales floor.
A triumphant little zinger, no doubt. But what about the rest of us? When an artist self-identifies as a corporate entity, are we still Jay-Z fans? Or are we Jay-Z customers?
The answer to that late-capitalist riddle arrives with the rap icons insidious new album, Magna Carta . ;. ;. Holy Grail which first appeared last week as a data collection exercise disguised as a smartphone app capable of delivering a bundle of mediocre rap songs to your mobile device.
Heres how it worked: Samsung purchased a million copies of Magna Carta in advance, then, via the app, made the album available to subscribers five days before its widespread release. In exchange, users were asked to share access to their social media accounts, their phone calls, their GPS location and more. If the medium is the message, we finally had an answer to that fan-or-customer question.
And now who would want to be either? Throughout Magna Carta, the 43-year-old pretends hes a threat to a system hes so eagerly become a part of, as if his life as a champion capitalist is some perpetually escalating act of subversion. Hooray? Rooting for this man in 2013 is like rooting for Pfizer. Or PepsiCo. Or PRISM.
Plus, all of this Samsung hullabaloo has only distracted listeners from the fact that, musically and lyrically, Magna Carta is one of Jay-Zs blandest offerings. Over 16 joylessly professional tracks, our hero laces up his sneakers for his bazillion-thousandth victory lap around the hip-hop universe. Theres no mood, no verve, no vision to this music. Its the sound of champagne being sprayed around an empty locker room.
And thats disappointing considering the blitz of web and TV ads for Magna Carta, which suggested wed be basking in a richly sculpted songbook. The first television spot crash-landed during game five of the NBA Finals, with Jay jawing about his craft in the studio with the albums producers, Timbaland, Pharrell Williams, Swizz Beatz and Rick Rubin the last of whom wasnt actually involved in the making of the album at all.
Also in the ad, the rapper promised to document the difficulty of maintaining his sense of self in the riptides of fame and fortune. But as ever, Jay-Z maintains Oz-like distance on this album, refusing to expose the personal vulnerabilities that Kanye West, Frank Ocean, Drake and a generation of hip-hop stars rising in his wake have built their careers on.
Instead, Magna Carta is packed with his patented American dreaming at its most unimaginative. He name-drops Jean-Michel Basquiat and Francis Bacon as if the only point of art is to own it. He name-drops convicted D.C. gangster Wayne Silk Perry on a song named after fashion designer Tom Ford. And in a mysterious courtship ritual with Gen X, he recycles the hooks of R.E.M.s Losing My Religion and Nirvanas Smells Like Teen Spirit.
The last wheel falls off during the albums final cut, Nickels and Dimes. After coughing up a weak Lady Gaga pun Taking food out my little monsters mouth/Thatll drive me gaga and rekindling a weird media beef with 86-year-old Harry Belafonte, he closes the album by insulting the listeners who made him a superstar: Yall not worthy/Sometimes I feel like yall dont deserve me.
But that didnt stop Jay-Z from reanimating his oft-dormant Twitter account Monday afternoon where he answered questions and cracked jokes. It was as if he was trying to remind us that he was still human the only way he seems to know how: by shaking hands with his customers on the digital sales floor.
Broccoli Rob
TTG LOL
Word!
Jay killed who with that corny shlt. "Up in the clouds, me and my spouse."
Haha, even based on the tiny chance that Hov surpassed Kendrick's first verse, Kendrick came back and murdered the end. So...
Word!
Jay killed who with that corny shlt. "Up in the clouds, me and my spouse."
Haha, even based on the tiny chance that Hov surpassed Kendrick's first verse, Kendrick came back and murdered the end. So...
so what you're saying even in denial is that 2 kendrick lamar verses = 1 camel verse??
Broccoli Rob
TTG LOL
so what you're saying even in denial is that 2 kendrick lamar verses = 1 camel verse??
Nah, that must be what you're saying.
Nah, that must be what you're saying.
either way it's true seeing as i aint even no camel stan, but nikkas wont admit that mtvs flavor of the month aint shyt next to camel
vaudevillevillain
All Star
"i don't remember you, i don't intend to empty my memory bank, it's a million dollars in it baby, hillary swank, sittin next to hillary smellin like dank, presidential pardon, name one nikka out there harder than him, i'll wait................."
Hood Critic
The Power Circle
Uh yes because it didn't happen...
Ol' I wish I wish ass nikka.
Ol' I wish I wish ass nikka.