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Dr. Eugene, although it's not the impression you might get from my previous post in this thread, I used to fucking HATE Weezy. As in I regular said he had no flow, was a terrible lyricist, had shitty beats, ETC, and no matter how much urging I got, or how much I tried to listen to his shit, he just didn't click with me at all. A total figure of all that was wrong with hip-hop these days. This on the basis of, say, Lolipop. But then I heard Tha Carter II, and DAMN. I mean I still don't like his new/famous stuff that much, but this album has game.
Do yourself a favour and go away and listen to it a couple of times. Or even just, say, Receipt, if you're really not up for putting much time in, and if you still don't dig him at all, then fine, it's just a taste thing I guess. But I sure felt like an idiot after all of my past dissing of him after I really put the effort in with this one...
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