As the music industry’s cashpot moves from record sales to touring, so hip-hop stars without impressive live shows will start to lose out. The reasoning behind Wayne’s switch from something he was very good at to something he S-U-C-K-S at is, dully, making money. By the tellingly-titled ‘ Da Da Da’ he’s all but given up with lyrics completely. On opener ‘ American Star’ he trades humour and insight for spelling, announcing he was “Born and raised in the USA, where the president is B-L-A-C-K,” as if this historical landmark somehow meant more by pronouncing each letter. As you tuck into the rest of Wayne’s interpretation of ‘rock’ it becomes clear that he doesn’t have a clue what he’s doing. Unfortunately, ‘ Drop The World’ serves only as a bombastic what-could-have-been. Give up on social commentary and hip-hop fanfaronade altogether and write a song about being so pissed off you have to get in a spaceship, pick the world up and drop it on some poor girl’s “fucking head”. Which brings us to ‘ Rebirth’, a shlock-rock record so absurd it makes Alien Ant Farm seem like a legitimate musical venture.īefore we lay our grillz into Weezy, it’s worth mentioning that this album’s only highlight, ‘ Drop The World’, is a seething slice of electronica that solves the age-old hip-hop conundrum: how do you deal with ‘real issues’ when you’ve got enough money to buy your old neighbourhood a hundred times over? Wayne’s answer: you don’t bother. When he emerged from his stupor, he announced that he was giving up rap to make a guitar album.

The recent The Carter documentary shows him at his most out-of-control, knocking back litres of cough syrup for the codeine kick. But sitting atop his career peak, Wayne started to get vertigo. Time magazine, Rolling Stone and Kanye West were all schnozzing superlatives up his backside, and it seemed the new crown prince of hip-hop could do no wrong.

It wasn’t just NME who proclaimed Lil Wayne to be the best rapper alive in 2008.

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