Even “Lollipop,” which becomes extremely enjoyable when you realize that its campy self-awareness is no less pleasurable than some of his more engrossing lyricism on the album (“Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't shit / Shawty said the nigga that she with ain't this / Shawty said the nigga that she with can't hit / But shawty I'm a hit it hit it like I can't miss” isn’t among his best lines, but it’s funny).
Carter” to the chilled-out introspection of “Tie My Hands,” never falls on its tightrope walk. This album’s ridiculous nature somehow even more ridiculously lends itself to an awesome (and really fun!) listen that, as it jumps from the minimalist boom-bap of “A Milli” to the creative jazz flow of “Dr. The thing that separates Rebirth from Tha Carter III, though, is that only one of them is a successful gamble. This is why I can actually appreciate Rebirth more than most people it’s an artistic disaster but also a respectable gamble-it’s Lil Wayne doing whatever the f uck he wants regardless of “trends” (even if it happens to utilize a few of them). Just as The Marshall Mathers LP did in 2000, it became pop even though it was, in many ways, anti-pop in its unrelenting originality and fearlessness and weirdness. This album was in opposition to much of modern rap but somehow became popular and then proceeded to completely consume the genre and change its direction. In that respect, Tha Carter III is sort of a miracle: it’s way too weird and confusing to be on the mainstream rap charts-to be that record that everyone knows about-but it is anyway. Doesn’t really sound like a chart-topper anymore, does it? On a purely lyrical basis, Tha Carter III is one of the most consistently innovative and multi-layered rap albums on the market. He shows a pure love of just words and how they fit together and all the different hidden meanings he can fit into them. Wayne goes hard in a way that’s comparable to Ghostface Killah’s Supreme Clientele (a rap album that, swear to God, has been lyrically compared to James Joyce), spitting out phrase after phrase of pure eccentricity while still keeping his flow tight and his meaning intact. He ends the song by confirming that he’s himself, only times three. Haters will point to rap’s history of violence and claim that he's just riding another trend, but when have we heard someone go wild like this? Later in opener “3 Peat,” he talks about the impossibility of getting on “his level” (hint: you would need either a) a space shuttle or b) a “ladder that’s forever”). Not only in Wayne’s distinctively bizarre vocal delivery, but also in the fact that one of the first lines on the album is about “shooting up grandmother” and getting “ baby mother fucked”. But it does something unforgivable on mainstream radio-it dares to be strange. The former, on first glance, seems a little easier: this album contains all those trendy “mainstream” things like Auto-tune and T-Pain and talking about bitches and money and bragging and whatnot. One of the most fun things about Tha Carter III is precisely that: attempting to work out both how it got so popular and how it became such a compulsively discussable record. Then we all realize that this the album with that “Lollipop” song on it, which once again begs the question: how does this shit work? something that gets reassessed annually by us music nerds).
something that sells a s hitload) and “underground” (i.e. Which is to say: this is one of those instantly divisive records that manages to blur the dichotomy between the “mainstream” (i.e. Throw nearly any one of these tracks on at a party and you’ll get the same fevered rap-a-long response, but this is also a record that can be talked about on end for hours-what it means in the context of mainstream rap music, how it takes “mainstream rap music” and devours it and swallows it whole, and how, seven-figure sales notwithstanding, it’s really f ucking weird. Man, how does this sh it work? Tha Carter III is one of those albums that takes an unbelievable amount of liberty with its artistic and aesthetic choices yet comes out all the more “fun,” or “accessible,” or whatever it is that gets an album to one million copies within a week.
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