Yesterday evening, after a few false starts, Lil’ Wayne gifted his fans with Dedication 4. Like most mixtapes, ‘D4’ boasts 14 enthusiastically senseless freestyles (used loosely) over familiar instrumentals. Winded raps, poor audio mastering and peculiar one-liners like: “her clit look like a jellybean” plague the tape, making it entirely intolerable.
Without further adieu, check out my (lengthy) track-by-track review of Lil’ Wayne’s Dedication 4 mixtape.
DJ Drama introduces Dedication 4 by putting Wayne’s Gangsta Grillz installments in perspective–‘one made you realize, two is when the game became ours, three is when we showed you the future’. Wayne quickly follows with the first quotable–“she’s so sophisticated, she’ll catch a nigga nut and then refrigerate it.” Though excessively vulgar, “So Dedicated” is a decent introduction. Rick Ross’ “So Sophisticated” is the sampled beat.
His take on Future’s “Same Damn Time,” which he calls “Same Damn Tune,” follows. Wayne has never been an exceptional lyricist–his mediocre analogies and metaphors are occasionally clever, but his lyrics as a whole never crosses the line into thought-provoking territory (well, they will make you question how he attained such a large following). His inconsistent and amateurish delivery is highlighted near the end of “Same Damn Tune”: “I’m rich b*tch, Trukfit in Macy’s/and you p*ssy niggas hating like a racist/totally dude I’m white-boy wasted/she can’t wait to take her draws off like braces.” Huh?
“I got a black b*tch and a red b*tch… I call them hoes Aunt Vivian,” he raps over Cashin’ Out’s one hit. Granted, I haven’t heard all of Wayne’s music, but I’m confident that this is one of his worst songs to date. “How you like them apples, Microsoft?” is a fair line; however, brow-raising Jack & Jill and Barney & Baby Bop references eclipsed it.
“Look me in my face… I ain’t got no worries,” a Kirko Bangz-sounding Detail chants. Crippled metaphors and senseless shrieks make this club-ready anthem insufferable. “These niggas falling off like baggy clothes,” Wayne raps. “I would talk about my dick, but that sh*t would be a long story.” He continues, “Now take your f*cking clothes off, let me see your Donkey Kong/I swing your ass back and forth on my monkey bars.” If cocaine and shrooms are still your drugs of choice after listening to this, neither God nor rehab can effectively resuscitate your hollow existence.
Nicki, Nicki, Nicki… animated verses and faux conviction should not be a safety net for your poor rhyming scheme. C Section is the only word she could find to rhyme with “C Section,” yet her verse easily trumped her boss’. Elsewhere on G.O.O.D. Music’s “Mercy” instrumental, the “Stupid Hoe” rapper endorses Mitt Romney and announces her party identification. This is not only reckless but also disrespectful to her delusional followers. Consciously reciting “you lazy b*tches is f*cking up the economy” is equivalent to Nicki spitting in the face of her entire demographic–well, their parents’ faces, considering her demographic are too young to work and/or vote (in most countries).
I’m sincerely perplexed; how did anyone allow Wayne to parade around claiming to be the greatest rapper alive? “I put a hole in your apple… what is that? Apple Jacks,” he raps over Meek Mill’s “Burn.” “Ya b*tch call me when she’s hot–Krispy Kreme Donuts.”
His dent on Meek’s “Amen” follows, and it’s equally humiliating: “I see you niggas got no life… Sixth Sense[…]I got all that white. What you call that? OKKK!” He uses “verdict” as a malapropism, but the itchy subject matter need not be mentioned here and the phonological substitution is predictable. Boo lends a purely forgettable verse.
Talking about other people’s children isn’t something I frequently participate in, but Lil’ Mouse’s mother, I know getting off welfare has been a lifelong goal but pimping your son is not the answer. Although he hasn’t reached puberty, Mouse will smoke you “pancake ass niggas” (see: “Get Smoked”). Little Wayne, it’s well noted that you are unfit for society, but can you try and inspire kids to steer clear from your violence and drug-filled path?
After 9 aurally excruciating tracks, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda and Young Jeezy deliver the first competent rhymes on Dedication 4. They reside on the remix of Wayne’s I Am Not a Human Being II’s lead single, “My Homies Still.” Two Aretha Franklin references found on one song? Surely that’s applause-worthy!
J. Cole attacked G. Dep’s “Special Delivery” instrumental and effortlessly murdered it. His admittance of not being able to fight (I interpreted it at face value) and readiness to run like Charlamagne–if the unfortunate predicament of an imminent stomp session arose–was unintentionally hilarious. The following lines where he references Jackie Joyner-Kersee and giving fast women Gold medals were also humorous.
Wayne was well-aware he couldn’t follow Jay-Z’s winded protégé, the Green Ranger, so he gave a weak disclaimer: “I don’t even like this beat, but f*ck it, I’m only gonna spit a few bars.” He followed with, “uzi go zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit-zit, that’s pimples” and “I’m bout to go banana puddin’.” I promise I’m not making this up.
He uses Chief Keef’s “I Don’t Like” to elaborate on topics he thoroughly enjoy: his reproductive organ, whores and “flaming f*ggots” (his words, not mine). It isn’t a farfetched assumption that Pusha T is somewhere laughing hysterically while Drake is somewhere feeling degraded and dehumanized after listening to this track.
Wayne’s progeny may have elevated 2 Chainz’s “No Lie” to tremendous levels, but Wayne does just the opposite. However, he does educate listeners on two things: his four baby mothers coexist quite well and the acronym “fan” means f*ck all night. How clever.
Future’s “Magic” and DJ Khaled’s “Wish You Would” concludes the excruciating compilation of drunken slurs. Although the latter boasts recycled content, it’s actually decent. The significance of “kidnap your wife, f*ck her and still kill her” exceeds my intelligence, but maybe that’s his way of auditioning for an episode of Criminal Minds.
He rambles about his poverty-stricken home city of New Orleans and other nonsense over the flawless instrumentation of OutKast’s “SpottieOttieDopaliscious.” The drivel was 6 minutes long–just enough time to cut Simba’s verse from “Green Ranger,” move Dedication 4 into the garbage and empty the trash.
Standouts: “My Homies Still (Remix)” & J. Cole’s “Green Ranger” verse
Genius Report: D-
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