Blogging on Meds

Unless you’re a complete honk who still listens to some fucked up CDR with Goo Goo Dolls, Gin Blossoms, and that annoying song from Friends some guy named Smitty burned for you in college you know all about Tha Carter 3.

Basically the short version is Lil Wayne has been all skrewed up sippin’ sizzurp for about three years and making a mixtape every three days. This was supposed to culminate in Tha Carter 3 , his masterpiece. The record kept getting delayed because for real he’s got that stryo cup all day slowing his fucking roll, it leaked, rap dude blogs buzzed and bitched and the result…. according to Billboard, Weezy sold over 423,000 thousand copies on June 10th of a record that everyone already downloaded weeks before. It could do a million the first week and most importantly it could shred Kanye which would make him shut his tacky ass up for a minute. Ok maybe not but at least I can not hear how revolutionary Kanye is for rapping over music that E’d out white people loved in the late 1990s (puke).

The Verdict? Rap blog dudes love mentioning how the mixtape version of a new LP is better than the LP. That’s a given, it’s all they have, they downloaded it months ago, jerked off to it, smoked weed to it and thought about how “ill it was son”, emailed their boys the best verse and secretly added their own weak lyrics in Garageband on their favorite track. These people think Weezy’s latest is just “ok” and that the over-produced beats boast tired and uninspired lyrics. Jesus Christs I hate them. I hate them because they don’t like having a fucking good time. Listen, the average car stereo, party stereo, laptop DJed Party, dorm, BBQ or other random place you’re going to be drunk this summer doesn’t have that fucking mixtape you downloaded off Rapgodfathers.com, thank you. They do have the regular ass commercial version of Tha Carter 3 and you’re going to be fucking drunk somewhere, slurring your words, thinking you’re in a video, picking up a fat chick getting psyched to Lollipop and that’s the end of the fucking story.

You aren’t going to be playing Wii stoned out of your mind on some expensive delivery weed getting your dick sucked by some half asian chick to a downloaded blog leak where dude “is a beast on this track”

Thank you , we’re done. This is a Rap CD and dude raps, sometimes the songs really don’t have a structure, he uses too much Vocoder and the choruses are so-so unless someone is paid to sing them but Track 14 is called You Ain’t Got Nuthin’ On Me, Juelz and Fab beat the track up, they are like meat tenderizer getting shit soft for Weezy to go in on the last verse and kill it, actually his verse is kind of the worst but it doesn’t matter I like the idea of them softening shit up for the Greatest Rapper Alive® When you give Santana and Fab a good beat they shine, specifically Santana who usually gets the bootleg semi-past their prime Dipset Protool Fake-String Orchestra Mixtape DJ beats. So yeah on the best beat on the album he says “You surf board dudes get wiped out, Totally!” Think about that.

Buy this record and support the economy. In my brain if you buy this it supports the opposite of Coldplay so that’s a good thing.

Oh yeah, Mr.Carter boasts Jay-Z and once again, Jigga proves that he should stay retired, not because he can’t rap, because he’s at the sketchy knee comeback Washington Wizard Jordan stage of his career.

Translation, he’s a better contributor / role player than living guitar solo. When Mike made his 7,000th comeback he flashed brilliance but couldn’t do it for a full game (see American Gangster or the Budweiser Commercial record) but when he was playing a role (Errry Day he’s Hustlin’) he was legit and made you remember the dunk from the free throw line. Mr.Carter is the same shit, Jay is brilliant and his freestyle over a Milli that’s floating around is equally amazing. Jigga, you’re on the verge of becoming a real life Joe Camel Cartoon, hang that shit up and just guest on tracks and tour. No bullshit concept records and shit please…please.