hate all you want, but soulja boy might be one of the most signifcant rappers to emerge since young jeezy. [and fuck a bunch of kanye west. teenage fan girls do not a rapper make. why kanye sucks is its own blog].
ice-t [really?] hated on soulja boy's music because it lacks a 'message,' but that's self-serious bullshit. it's party music, and this shit moves people [unlike any of ice-t's songs].
soulja boy brings a style all his own. i mean, the dude barely raps in english, and he basically sings his lyrics, even though he's a horrible singer. but the devestating bass underneath those irresistible, sing-song hooks ['yeeeeaaaahhh....'] is like custom made for cruising through downtown dallas on a saturday night in a big body caprice space ship sittin' on 22's. 'hopped up out the beeeeed . . .' yeah, it needs a guest verse from jeezy on the remix, but for now, i think it's the hottest track of the year.
in a way, it harkens back to my favorite track of 2008: jeezy's "put on."
here's pitchfork's take on that gem:
If "Put On" was just a Young Jeezy track, it'd already be the best Jeezy track since at least "Hypnotize". Jeezy snarls hard but brings a newfound sense of style and wit to a monolithic synthetic boom from producer Drumma Boy: "Inside fishsticks, outside tartar sauce/ Pocketful of celery, imagine what she telling me." But then, at the 2:52 mark, Kanye shows up in full AutoTune robo-mode, moaning damaged, paranoid self-pity out of nowhere: "You can ask Big Homey, man the top so lonely/ I'm so lonely." It's a neck-snapping about-face, Jeezy's chest-thumping self-aggrandizement into Kanye's seething depression. But when "Put On" sinks in, they sound like opposite sides of the same coin: The conjoined feelings of exhilaration and doubt that come when you finally, against odds, make something of yourself. And in a car with decent speakers, this little meditation on duality sounds like the fucking apocalypse. --Tom Breihan
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