So, it’s been a while since I’ve been on the writing scene giving my two cents. I’ve kinda been out of the loop, so caught up in the everyday hustle of life and living that I’ve been neglecting to stop and document anything. Upon hearing that Savage released a decent album, I decided to give it a listen, in an attempt to keep myself well rounded in the hip hop music scene.
Well ….let me just say, “issa no for me dawg”.
Now listen, I’m not a huge fan of the new era rap. Maybe it’s because I grew up in the 80’s listening to rappers like Nas, Biggie, DMX, and a slew of other rappers that knew the importance of story telling. Or maybe I’ve finally crossed over from a young fine tenderoni to an old hag that’s always complaining about these mumble rappers. Whatever the factors weighing in on my opinion, has me totally opposed to hearing any more music from Savage.
Don’t get me wrong, the album has some impulsive rhythms that will have you nodding your head unintentionally. But even the hype beats on the few tracks I listened to couldn’t keep me engaged long enough to listen to the whole album. They sure didn’t drown out the constant boasting of material possessions, lean, and bitches.
The lyrics were so atrocious that I had to pause my workout to find more appropriate music. You know, music that doesn’t insult my intelligence. But don’t take my word for it, go give the album a listen and form your own opinion.
Honestly, I wasn’t able to get past the fourth track. Here are a few bars from two of Savages tracks that ruined my vibe.
I be Gucci’d down, you wearing Lacoste and shit (bitch)
Yeah, Moncler, yeah, fur came off a bear, yeah (yeah)
Triple homicide, put me in a chair, yeah (in jail)
. . .Walk in Neiman Marcus and I spend a light fifty (fifty)
. . . I got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 M’s in my bank account, yeah (On God)
In my bank account, yeah (On God)
Do the dash in it (21), throw some cash in it (yeah)
Let me smash in it (yeah), I’ll smash in it (yeah)
Run a train on her, let me tag my mans in it (yeah)
Pour some Henny in her cup and put some xans in it (yeah)
Needless to say I had 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 bullets in my chamber ready to take my own life for putting myself through that kind of musical torture. I attempted to extend my music collection and make room for some new artist, but thanks to Savage I’ll be sticking to the Nasir Jones and Earl Simmons that I’m used to.