Rebirth: Weezy’s Rock Detox

2 Jul
Linkin Park thinks that looks like crap.

Linkin Park thinks that looks like crap.

Look, I don’t care if that art’s from Weezy’s “official” Twitter; it could have been personally delivered to me by Wayne, or Birdman, or Drake, and I would still be skeptical about this coming out.

Let me count the reasons why:

  1. That art looks like crap.
  2. Though the tweet and TwitPic claim it’s dropping August 18th, this has already been pushed back a few times.
  3. “Prom Queen,” that first single, peaked at #15. And it’s long gone.
  4. Cool and Dre should keep ‘Kast’s names out of their mouths. Don’t tempt fate, especially if your claim to fame is, despite its excellence, a Wale song. (Oh, and “Hate It or Love It.” Fine. But this discography is sparse.)
  5. Where the hell is “Spit,” the only song that makes me recognize Kevin Rudolf’s existence as anything other than a black mark on humanity? It could be “In Your Face,” track 18, I suppose, but that’s a stupid name, when compared to the concise description of what Wayne does here:

Look, I have nothing against Weezy branching out and trying something new; “Spit/Spit In Your Face/In Your Face” is hot, and I can only imagine at least a few of the songs here are going to be of similar quality. But the longer it takes for Wayne to push Rebirth from the womb, the better chance it has of meeting a label-based doom.

“Spit/In Your Face/ Spit In Your Face” Lyrics:

(Lil Wayne)

Straight off the back
I come straight off my back
With a gun like I’m in Iraq
And in fact I attack and tackle
And sack and crack and crackle
And snap back and battle my own shadow
‘Cause y’all wack and all that
Bullshit ya’ talkin’ startin’ to get funky
Toss me the chunky, I’ma bull these monkeys
Sir, I’m from the block where you don’t pass like a flunky
We make a bitch a mule and everybody act a donkey
Yes, I want you to come around here with that plan boy
I’ll shoot this motherfucker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game, ask everybody in the stands boy
I’m all red, I’m on fire like an ant pile
They put the clamp down if I put the stamp down
You get the stampede, I make blood bleed
You suck dick, I succeed

Yeah, yeah
And this is how victory tastes
So I’ma spit in ya’ face!
Kevin!

(Kevin Rudolf)

Singing ay yo whoa oh oh (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa oh oh oh ohhh
(So I’ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa oh oh ohh
(So I’ma spit in your face)

If this is a race, I ain’t goin for no place
I am goin’ for your place
While ya’ home, why you gon’
Fuck with me if I ain’t fuckin’ around?
Two eyes to the sky, ten toes touchin’ the ground
Bitch nigga I am not your homeboy
We are not from the same home boy
My Nina Baker bring your joy
I’ll destroy who ya’ employ
I shoot twelve rounds, now Jr. Jones Roy
Y’all so backwards
I dont go back ’cause I’ma swisher man
Eight in the mornin’, your body get found by a fisherman
(Yeah) You guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith and Wesson wanna kiss ya’ pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver, bronze, no, try that black metal
Turn yo’ mutherfuckin’ flowers to feathers

Now fly to heaven
Kevin!

Singing ay yo whoa oh oh (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa oh oh oh ohhh
(So I’ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa oh oh ohh
(So I’ma spit in your face)

And crazy’s what they callin’ me
But crazy isnt hardly what I am
Try creatively retarded or amazingly rewarded
Ain’t no faith in me the hardest never crack, I’m crack
I’m dope in Reynolds Wrap
Now let’s just hope you get it back
Let’s just hope that you get it
And if I have anything to do with it
Motherfucker, I did it
Yeah, Young Toon, Gorilla Monsoon
Mr. Martian will hang yo’ ass from the moon
‘Cause you don’t get sun, you just get it soon
Turn your I.D. to a tomb
Goons’r’us, the food’s for us
We eat with our hands, no fork and spoon for us
We will take the knives, and we will take the wives
And we won’t take the jewelry but we will take the lives

Yeah

So I’ma spit in your face
Yeah, I’ma so I’ma spit in your face, yeah

Singing ay yo whoa oh oh (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa oh oh oh ohhh
(So I’ma spit in your face)
Singing ay yo whoa ow (ohh)
Ay yo whoa
Ay yo whoa oh oh ohh
(So I’ma spit in your face)

One Response to “Rebirth: Weezy’s Rock Detox

  1. kellythenewsie July 12, 2009 at 1:02 PM #

    I definitely agree with what you’re saying. His last few albums were fantastic, at least I think so anyways, but I’m not sure how fans of his old stuff are goign tor eact to him branching out. Might reject the unfamiliar — or like him just because it’s him. I’m curious to find out how the rest of it will do.
    Oh, and the art looks awful.

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