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Tha Carter 2 Review - Nobodysmiling.com Review
Could there be a new king to be crowned in the south? After hearing 'Tha Carter', some would say that Lil’ Wayne is in contention for the throne. In the gap between 500 Degrez and Tha Carter, Lil Wayne appeared to have a coming of age. At this point, Wayne’s identity began to become clear and we saw an artist emerge. Now, the cocky braggart with the tweaked flow is vying for the throne and claiming to be the best rapper alive; an immense void to fill seeing as the last proclaim to such was the God emcee, Jay Hov. With this output, 'Tha Carter 2', we shall see whether Weezy will fulfill the self prophecy he set forth or send the disciples looking for the next rap messiah.
Wayne attacks the believers of the theory that because he’s from the South he cannot compete lyrically on the “On Tha Block #1” interlude, and gives a very presumptuous assertion in the upcoming track. Over the screeching guitars and grave opera warblings, Wayne annunciates that he is the “Best Rapper Alive,” once and for all, defeats the notion that being from the South and being a lyricist is a contradiction. Wayne’s subject content and cleverness has appreciated with time. While demanding respect, Wayne touches on the catastrophe that leveled New Orleans stating, “the heart of New Orleans/thumping and beating/living and breathing/stealing and feeding/pealing and leaving/killing and grieving/dearly departed/erased, deleted” showing a bit of depth. Weezy diversifies to reach a wider market on 'Tha Carter 2'. Wayne ventures to the West Coast On “Lock and Load” and gives us the surprising juxtaposition of himself and Kurupt. Wayne also takes us to the West Indies with “Mo Fire,” a slow winding track that enlists the help of a Caribbean woman to give the song some flava and authenticity. On “Receipt” Lil’ Wayne accesses a more soulful touch delving into his romantic life with a significant other. We get a lot of different looks of the artist on this output. “Shooter” has a throwback, funky, bluesy feel to it and has Wayne expanding more. Wayne stands up for the South once again attacking the criticism of lack of lyrics, and provides commentary on radio station’s prejudice pronouncing, “To the radio stations/I’m tired of being patient/stop being rapper racist/region haters/spectators/dictators/behind door dick takers/it’s outrageous.” Wayne draws in a new crowd, but he still provides what got him his initial fan base. On “Money on My Mind” we get that arrogant, cocky Lil’ Wayne spitting raw lyrics over a bass heavy exclaiming the song title preaching get them dollars. Long time Lil’ Wayne fans, don’t fret. Weezy provides enough blunt rolling, gun toting, female pimping, speaker rattling, boastful arrogance, and nasty flow to satisfy loyalists.
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