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| 4.0 excellent | TheManMachine | May 24th 19 |
It says alot about youth's dominant presence in hip-hop when the merely 35-year-old Tree sounds like he's spittin' from a rocker on the front porch and croonin' after a few too many at the VFW -- ODB or Rick Ross's weathered uncle, or Makonnen's wise grandfather perhaps. His dusted soul beats and Chicago crime come-up and god-given gravel voice make him seem worn beyond his years, with a sense of knowingly having missed the stardom-boat for better or worse and craftin' a quality quickie just for kicks when he's not caring for his kids. Only two tunes over three minutes and four under two, sentiments simultaneously offhand, consummate, effortless, broad, heartfelt, awkward. His singing is ludicrously lovable, give it up for sincerity and warbly low registers. Tho I do appreciate that when "No Lies" makes a point to tell no lies, it's pretty plainly spoken: "I did drop out of school / I smoke weed and cigarettes every day / I'm 35 years old / Epic did sign Bobby Shmurda over me", "I may never do a show again / I hate being famous / I hate it", "I've never been faithful / My sons love me".
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