Kendrick Lamar Gets Some Poetic Justice
Kendrick Lamar accidentally dropped a new album on Monday. This caused the Earth to collectively anoint him the greatest rapper alive. The praise was pretty unanimous. Kendrick was commended for not sounding like everyone else, and pushing hip-hop in a new direction. Good for him.
From Rolling Stone to Grantland, everyone was talking about Kendrick. The New York Daily News dubbed the album “an instant classic”. Billboard told us the album “challenges and rewards”; then promptly gave the album 4.5 stars. Vulture wants you to know that the album is “awe inspiring” and “a work of revisionist American history”. Heady compliments there.
However, there was one person not that excited by “To Pimp a Butterfly”, me. Let’s just start with the name. To Pimp a Butterfly is a dumb name. It doesn’t roll off the tongue, and it barely makes sense. The intent is dark and introspective, while the execution is pompous high school poetry club. Is Kendrick the butterfly? Doubtful. Butterflies are far more exciting than this album.
Most of the songs are slowed down, and rapped over some kind of jazzy, funky track. Describing the vibe makes it sound far more interesting than it really is. It’s like Kendrick is hitting us over the head with how influential jazz is to American music. Treme was less about jazz than this album.
The album sounds great. No it really does. The production is on point. Everyone involved did their job well. The melodies and tones are rich and full, the instruments sound good, and the rappers fit in perfectly. It’s just that the fit isn’t for me. Sorry Kendrick. What ever vibe Mr. Lamar is trying to create just misses me completely.
I could never fully engage with the album. It always felt like something was missing, or something better was right around the corner. That something never came. All of the songs blend together. There are no highs or lows, just a consistent blah. Mix it up a little Kendrick.
Not only is this album not for me, Kendrick Lamar isn’t really for me. He is held in such high regard, but what has he really done. Swimming Pools is good. Bitch Don’t Kill My Vibe is fun to say, but that song gets repetitive and is saved by Schoolboy Q. Poetic Justice is cool , but that has The Six’s favorite son doing most of the heavy lifting. The most entertaining song Kendrick flows on is Fuckin’ Problems, but Problems is another example of a collaboration where Kendrick is not the best rapper on the track. That’s a lot of buts right there.
When Kendrick put the whole hip hop industrial complex on notice with his Control verse, all I heard was “Hey, you guys are all good, but I think I’m a little better” Scorching hot take there Kendrick. Before listening to the song I expected Hit ‘Em Up part two, That’s not what I got. It’s 2015 rappers don’t beef the same way, that’s my bad.
There’s no doubt that Kendrick is more talented than most of the rappers out there, but that doesn’t mean I have to like him. It also doesn’t mean everything he does is solid gold. Enjoy your Kendrick just do it somewhere else.