In a galaxy far, far, away named Baton Rouge, Louisiana, a boy by the name of Terrence Hatch was born. After christened with the name Lil Boosie, he went on to make glorious anthems such as “Set it Off” and the classic “Wipe Me Down”. He grew to have an affinity for spelling out his name and putting x pills in the booty holes of young trollops. After an UGK cosign, he went on to become a staple of the Southern rap scene.
I usually never put my personal feelings into a review, I try to be as objective as I possibly can but I think I need to break that trend for this review. It’ll be a disservice for me not to.
I’m going to make it no secret. I’m no fan of Lil Boosie. I think he represented a side of the South that’s ugly. A side that’s reality but doesn’t need to be glorified.
(I would like to state how thoroughly embarrassed I am by this tweet now, by the way)
So with that said, I would like you to understand how serious I am when I say that this album is pretty damn good. No matter what opinion you hold concerning Boosie’s stint in jail, you have to admit he’s came out a new man. He’s focused on his fans, friends and most importantly, his family. Due to the overall tone of this album, I can tell that he was in prison just shaking his head while looking at the current state of he rap game. Because he’s mad. He’s mad as hell. And it shows.
That’s why I love how this album opens. On the intro “Get Em Boosie” he whispers “Minor setback for a major comeback” before he goes in and boy does he go in. The impatience and anger in his voice makes it apparent that he has something to say and this energy carries through the entire album.
His most introspective song on the album comes immediately at track 2, “Windows of My Eyes”.
Last night I heard the rain on my windowpane
All I could think about was all the time my mama Connie begged me to change
But I ain’t listen, and no this ain’t living
Tryna kiss your kids through a fucking glass window, non contact
Feed em through the tray Hatch,even took the telephone
Tryna holla at my kids, baby mama never home
Serg and his boys got a problem cause I’m Boosie
Surrounded by rats so they can tell on me, cruel shit
Same with the new shit, paint a bad picture of me
With that picture in my head, was scared, I was go never touch
Living like the rest of us, Angola lifers
Working in the field, man over ya with a rifle
Letters get shorter, face get greyer
People ain’t got no paper, we might die in this bitch
This ain’t living, I wouldn’t wish this shit on my worst enemy
Feel like the whole world envy me, know I’m talking ’bout
Co-defendant flipped on me, glad he ain’t flip back
Nigga was like my real son, killed me when he did that
Look in his eyes and look in mine, I be like “God damn”
They tryna stop a nigga shine, I think it’s time I..
Pretty heavy stuff. Also, direct contrast of the picture painted of Boosie while in prison. This remorseful Boosie is one we see for pretty much the entirety of the album.
He follows that up immediately with his opening line on “Mercy on My Soul”.
“First off I wanna apologize, every time I made my mama cry”
Our favorite Ninja Turtle Jay Jenkins lends a good guest verse also. He always drops heat when he gets up with Boosie.
But enough of the introspective stuff for a moment, you thought Boosie wasn’t gonna turn up on this album? You though wrong!
First Boosie hits you with “Like A Man” featuring Rich Homie Quan on the hook. This song in a nutshell is Boosie’s whole creedo. No matter what you do, do it like a man. He speaks of walking out of prison with his chest out and head up. This song is a good change a pace from the slower, somewhat depressing songs that came before. Get ready to hop out the whip and hit your Quan Dance.
Boosie follows this up with “Thangs on Deck” featuring Young Thug. It should come as no surprise that this song is about having them thangs…on deck. (Translation: I have a gun on my person and yes I will shoot you). The only disappointing part about this song is that Thugger Thugger doesn’t drop a guest verse, he just handles the hook. Boosie keeps them thangs on deck and rides that same energy into “Retaliation”.
The hook “I ride for my niggas, I die for my niggas, we searching for blood…” is a return to the Boosie we’re used to.
Three of my favorite tracks on this album come around the same area: “Juice”, “Hip-Hop Hooray”, and “Mr. Miyagi”. Whether or not you’re a fan of Boosie, there’s no arguing that this man means every word he says. So when Boosie tells this new generation of rappers that they’re not what they say they are, dammit, he means it. Boosie has the real life experiences. He’s never been one to talk about something just for the sake of it. This has always made his music relatable to those living that life.
Going in another direction, “Black Heaven” featuring J. Cole and Keyshia Cole is a highlight of the album. It’s essentially Boosie’s version of Johnnie Taylor’s “Soul Heaven”. Props to Cole (Jermaine, not Keyshia) for keeping it safe and not trying to do too much on this track too.
Now, for what I don’t like about the album…and it’s truly nitpicking….the length. But of course it runs a long time, it’s a Southern album. It’s tradition that our rappers throw 18-20 tracks on an album. This one starts off really strong but the last few tracks aren’t as good as the ones that kick off the album. Considering this is my only real criticism, I’ll take it.
All in all, this is a really enjoyable album for me. Even though Boosie is only 32, he’s definitely an OG in the game and a Southern legend. This album exhibits depth and most importantly, growth. It’s good to see that he made a triumphant comeback and survived troubling times.
Also, thank you for the future twerk anthem “On That Level”. The summer needs this.
So final grade: 3.5-5. It won’t change your world, but it’s a really, really solid album.