'm not even saying daytona is a bad album, i'm just surprised at how much praise it's getting. it reviewed better than 4:44 for instance. and it's not to say push is a bad rapper, but during a time where so many rappers are opening up more, developing new styles, taking on new sounds, and just showing more overall growth in skill, it's weird seeing it be so critically lauded with no concerns about his growth as a rapper. even the praise would be fine if it wasn't for the fact that young artists like earl sweatshirt, vince stapes and noname are really putting their blood, sweat and tears into their projects. they're being open, raw, innovative and challenging but got overshadowed and essentially ignored in comparison to daytona.
from earl switching from longer, depressing songs to lofi, experimental songs that come and and leave like manic thoughts; it's purposely abrasive and challenging sonically with earl opening up about his mental health, the challenges of losing his father and carrying that legacy, his disconnect from the (rap) world, relationships, his drug addiction over beats that may drown out a thing or two but everything is done with precision to grab your attention and force a repeat. it's an exercise of restraint with the songs being as concise as possible and ending before he says too much. earl packs so much in a minute or two, it's insane and powerful; knowing that he was planning on going to africa to meet his father for the first time in years with this project in hand as a showcase of him following his footsteps makes it even stronger.
highlight (Azucur):
[Verse]
Pedal to the metal
Lost footin', it was sugar in my gas tank
My cushion was a bosom on bad days
It's not a black woman I can't thank
You called crying when I told you these the last days
It's all mine, could've split the last plate
nikkas didn't have faith, so I stopped tryin'
Apologize, and we outta time
Please get ya alibi straight, you ain't gotta lie
Shook tradition, did it my way
No sense in looking in the sky
Trace elements meddle with minds
Mind-state live, fissures and fires
nikkas with live ammunitions in the stick on the highway
I only get better with time
That's what my mom say
To dodge Satan, say to kill him this time, oy vey
Well here I go, foot on the line
What's mine, what good is it if it's not, you shook a bit
Sookie, sookie nikkas wasn't shyt
Face looking like I stumbled out of bed, hundred dollar jet
I piss problems out, the bottle empty
Mama said she used to see my father in me
Said I was not offended
Press, King, Navy, Med, MIKE on the bench
Living life like a nikka put a price on my head
Bless, this how we on it
If you need it and I want it, better come prepared
Going through it like prayers in the night sky
You look like a chair when you folding up
Hands on like a goalie with the puck, don't need any luck
See the ghost of where I was, lonesome as I was
noname, the young lyrical goddess from chicago, released her debut album room 25. a story about her finding herself in a move to LA and finally losing her virginity at 25 through a combo of neo-soul and the future of rap she's creating. not only was it the highest reviewed album of the year, she was the first woman ever to do it and it's apparent why almost instantly. she is a poet through and through with great control of her cute voice that she uses to create insanely unique and memorable metaphors while still tackling powerful subjects that most rappers don't touch and better than those that do. it's literally unlike anything else out right now and i don't see it being easily replicated. like poetry, not all is understood at once as themes are intertwined and placed opposite of each other, sometimes during the same verse. it's a weird, smart and beautiful combination of sex, art, politics, the newness of moving to la and the sadness beneath it all, etc.
highlight (Don't Forget About Me):
[Verse 1]
Your family looking like a prayer song
Your momma at the table cryin
All her hair gone
Feeling fishy Finding Chemo
Smoking seaweed for calm
These Disney movies too close
You title email "Noname thank you for your sweet Telefone
It saves lives"
The secret is I'm actually broken
I tried to raise a healing kneeling at the edge of the ocean
Somebody, somebody said it saves lives
Who holds my hand tonight? I think the glass half full
Who pray me back to Inglewood, I shouldn't bleed this good Holy conundrum
I'm the prayer, the hope, bank account wishin' bone for my loved ones
Tell ‘em Noname still don’t got no money
Tell 'em Noname almost passed out drinking
Secret is, she really think it saves lives
Somebody hit D'Angelo, I think I need him on this one
Brothers and sisters, mommas, cousins, uncles, everyone
Missing somebody
Dancing daylight
[Hook]
I know everyone goes some day
I know my body's fragile, know it's made from clay
But if I have to go, I pray my soul is still eternal
And my momma don't forget about me
I pray my momma don't forget about me
I pray my granny don't forget about me
I know everyone goes some day
I know my body's fragile, know it's made from clay
But if I have to go, I pray my soul is still eternal
And my momma don't forget about me
I pray my momma don't forget about me
I pray my daddy don't forget about me
[Verse 2]
Let's get down to the nitty gritty, changed my city
Titties 13k, the pretty costs these days
My doctor really love me, how I'm only half awake
I just came from the funeral, my ugly passed away
Welcome to Beverly Hills
Welcome to Vicodin, I took the pills
I think they save lives
I just hope that they right
All I am is everything and nothing at all
All I am is shoulder for your heart to lean on
All I am is love, all I am is love
[Hook]
I know everyone goes some day
I know my body's fragile, know it's made from clay
But if I have to go, I pray my soul is still eternal
And my momma don't forget about me
I pray my momma don't forget about me
I pray my granny don't forget about me
I know everyone goes some day
I know my body's fragile, know it's made from clay
But if I have to go, I pray my soul is still eternal
And my momma don't forget about me
I pray my momma don't forget about me
I pray my granny don't forget about me
vince staples dropped FM! a collection of songs perfectly set up as a radio takeover as he celebrates his home in the witty, self-aware and depressing way only he can do. vince has never pulled punches or shied away from the reality of his surroundings. what he does do is approach them in creative ways that make horrific actions sound really nice, which also works as him highlighting the way situations can change like that. with each new album, vince's lyricism has gotten better and better. he so easily blends death into situations like it's nothing at all, just like the city he's from. the songs are short, he executed the idea perfectly, offering a snapshot of life in long beach through "the radio". it's hard finding another artist like vince who is so open and honest about shyt, like him saying he joined a gang because he wanted to kill somebody like it was a normal thing, and follows it up by showing those same traits through his music. opening up the album with big boi talking about it feeling like summer and it being the time to chill and relax is immediately brought back to reality with vince rapping "summertime in the lb wild. we gon' party to the 'til the sun or the guns come out." lines about friends putting their all into the gang only to get a plot and a bottle from the store are followed up with vince proudly repping like it's a part of life. the lyrical skill is apparent throughout as vince jumps from situation to situation and somehow makes songs about murder sound so catchy. and "My black is beautiful, but i'll still shoot at you, dog" was line of the year lowkey and a good example of how vince's wit and self-awareness combines effectively.
highlight (FUN!)
[Verse 1: Vince Staples]
One time, circling the block (The block)
Lil buddy got murdered on a flock
Two times, you know how we rock (You know how we rock)
You know who we knocked on, you know who we socked
You know how we comin', come from nothin', I got
Christian Dior, I'm Crippin' Björk
Made an uh-oh letting Vince in the door
Gave a little money to me, now I want more
Don't be lookin' funny when we come up in the store
My black is beautiful but I'll still shoot at you, dawg
2Pac, death tells all
Watch out for the nikkas in the Lakewood mall
Get you touched, Nobu brunch
No big chains, no blue Chucks
Just big things, cuz gon' bust
'Cause short bus, but we ain't on one
[Chorus: Vince Staples]
We just wanna have fun
We don't wanna fukk up nothin'
We don't wanna fukk up nothin'
Fun, we don't wanna fukk up nothin'
And we don't give a fukk 'bout nothin'
We just wanna have fun
We don't wanna fukk up nothin'
We don't wanna fukk up nothin'
Fun, we don't wanna fukk up nothin'
And we don't give a fukk about nothin'
We just wanna have fun
[Verse 2: Vince Staples &
E-40]
I'm so Norfy, my locs go viral for me
Ride slow, hop out, get hyphy
Think I know why he no like me
He broke, we know, citch
He told, he on print
Black and white like old flicks
We blam, he dance like Otis, I'm owed this
Give me all the money in my hand
Type of money pop a rubber band
Miss with the glitz and the glam
Fried catfish at The Ritz in Japan
Yeah, keak'n baby, tell me when to go (
Tell me when to go)
Tweakin', I'ma leave him on the floor (
Leave him on the floor)
Ricky in the alley, adiós
But we don't want the smoke
[Chorus: Vince Staples]
We just wanna have fun
We don't wanna fukk up nothin'
We don't wanna fukk up nothin'
Fun, we don't wanna fukk up nothin'
And we don't give a fukk 'bout nothin'
We just wanna have fun
We don't wanna fukk up nothin'
We don't wanna fukk up nothin'
Fun, we don't wanna fukk up nothin'
And we don't give a fukk about nothin'
We just wanna have fun
[Verse 3: E-40]
Mack a bytch down, mack a bytch down (Mack a bytch)
Mack a bytch down, mack a bytch down (Mack a bytch)
Mack a bytch down, mack a bytch down (Mack a bytch)
Mack a bytch down, mack a bytch down (Mack a bytch)
We don't need no circus in this bytch
We just wanna have fun, we just
(Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?)
We don't need no circus in this bytch
We just wanna have fun, we just
(Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?)
Mack a bytch down, mack a bytch down (Mack a bytch)
Mack a bytch down, mack a bytch down (Mack a bytch)
Mack a bytch down, mack a bytch down (Mack a bytch)
Mack a bytch down, mack a bytch down (Mack a bytch)
We don't need no circus in this bytch
We just wanna have fun, we just
(Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?)
We don't need no circus in this bytch
We just wanna have fun, we just
(Wanna have fun, what's happenin'?)
[Outro: E-40]
FN57, get down on a nikka
FN57, send 'em Hell, not Heaven
personally, these three were way more deserving of that praise and it's a shame these great albums weren't even recognized for such.
how do ya'll feel about pusha's content, daytona overall and its reception? can one trick make an act forever as long as the trick stays really good? if anybody actually considers daytona album of 2018, i would love to hear actual reasons why and no, the drake beef can not count at all; tell me what i'm missing or not appreciating
im pretty sure pusha has "Pushed" More Weight in one month than what 
did in his entire time of "drug dealing"
breh has time today -he has done his homework and he about to expose king push 
That’s without mentioning connections to people like Calvin Bacote or he his big homie Danny Diamonds who were moving millions per month. That 92 keys thing is the only thing that might be suspicious, but even that was less than a months work for Danny Diamonds and allegedly even Klein, specially if it was crack and not pure.
