![]() ![]() The only moments where Wayne sounds marginally interested in his own music come when he veers furthest away from rap. He sounds terminally bored, and even the better rap songs on here- the hits, like the Mike Will Made It-produced, Future-and-Drake-featuring “Bitches Love Me” or the rubbery, Bay Area-influenced clap of “Rich As Fuck”- work around him, not with him. His tweaking of gangsta-rap’s language has never been more perfunctory. All of his lyrics have devolved into barely rearranged little puzzles of themselves, with countless versions of his "She ride/ Take this dick like _” formulation, none of them funny or creative: On “IANAHB”, a woman takes it like “advice,” while others ride it like both "go-karts" and "the Kentucky Derby" on "Curtains”. Tha Carter IV moved nearly a million copies in a single week, and this staggering success may have sealed Wayne’s artistic fate.Īll of the quirks and peculiarities that once made Wayne great have hardened, six or seven years later, into nearly unbearable tics. Everything pumps out in an undifferentiated slurry of interchangeable dick jokes, drug references, and lame puns. In his review of 2011’s Tha Carter IV, Ryan Dombal observed that "after an epic run, it seems as though Wayne has finally run out of inventive ways to say he's on drugs, or great at sex, or extremely interested in making money,” and two years later, the prognosis has only grown more grim: No song on IIis meaningfully distinguishable from the next. This spirit of indifference hangs heavy on I Am Not A Human Being II. ![]()
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