Then there are all the instrumental interludes that divide the album into chapters or suites, because this one reaches for art with some interruptions for getting flashy on 'The Worst Guys' (where is merely Chance the Hypeman) and crashing on the couch for either a spliff, or maybe spliff and a sweet snuggle, with 's 'Pink Toes.' All of it flows splendidly and 's wit, hipness, and lyrical dexterity are all still strong points, with 'I got more tail than Petco,' 'More green than my Whole Foods/And I'm too Fly, Jeff Goldblum,' plus a reference to the 'Ain't Nobody Got Time for That' meme being some examples. Still, even with all these strong points, often frames his angst and anger with the burden of being born rich (something he mentions quite often on the album), providing plenty of 'we should all have such problems' bait or 'hierarchy of needs' ammunition, depending on the listener's viewpoint/bank account. Even the short 'The Party' finds him inviting friends over and then yelling at them to get the 'F' out, but there's long been a wide gap between the life experience of rappers and their fans, something supported by the growling background vocals on 'Crawl' provided by, an MC who did plenty of hard time when most of his fans have not. Connecting with the album is nearly impossible, understanding it is difficult, and often enough, its inflated ego is irksome, but is too free and fascinating to be dragged down by these complaints, so if a with more flash and fun is what's required, 's got the good stuff.
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