Review Summary: Like the Energizer Bunny, he just keeps going and going...
There’s a theory - it’s more of a school of thought really - that if you put an infinite amount of monkeys in a room of infinite space with an infinite amount of infinitely stocked with ink and paper typewriters you’d get the entire works of Shakespeare. Abandoning logic and any thoughts of snubbing said ridiculousness, you could just as easily argue that by now, Lil Wayne should have stopped writing witty rhymes.
The Drought is Over Pt. 6: The Reincarnation continues exactly where part 5 left off. Weezy’s asserting, at the very least, that his torrent of musical proliferation is nowhere near finished. That much is evidenced by the final track’s simple title and message: “Drought Is Never Over.” This tape, however, keeps things fresh straight from the beginning. “Red Magic” which guest stars former radio station shoot-out veteran The Game, begins with a Denzel Washington quote “insisting” that Cuba Gooding Jr. change the name of the heroin his character, Frank Lucas, provides from 2007’s “American Gangster” from Blue Magic to the song title. Weezy croons the chorus to fit in with the crimson scheme
“Red Porsches/Red portraits/Red guns if you dare come near the fortress” with Game claiming he and Wayne are blood brothers due to their matching red Ferraris.
“Put Me In The Game” has Weezy using many NFL metaphors to describe the other types of “games” he plays. You know, the whole toting pistols in his crack days and AK-47s in his rap days thing. “Forever” throws the youthful R&B megastar Chris Brown into the Evil Empire concoction, with a mellow, almost dream-like beat as the electronic drums break in accentuating each nuance of Brown’s smooth singing and Lil Wayne’s typically raspy, nasally flow.
Throughout the tape, Weezy continues his recent trend of including interview-style answers to various questions about himself and his dozens of musical pursuits, oftentimes revealing tidbits of gossip about himself to make any fan girl swoon. Or boy for that matter.
Pt. 6 is also much more compact with seven songs timing out at under 2 minutes and 30 seconds. This can, at times, make the album feel a little more disjointed and unfocused, even as Weezy releases fly. The druggie lyrics are also safely intact, blowing smoke over fifteen brand-new beats and the typical mixes you’d find on, well, a mix tape. Even the gutter jokes are intact, as “Differnt Girl” have F. and Nu Jerzey claiming to have a new partner for each week, as a steady, suggestive drip-drop of a faucet chimes in the background.
Pt. 6 is another stable addition to New Orleans’ cheekiest native’s ever-bursting-at-the-seams discography. As Mr. Carter gears up for what will most likely be another extremely busy year in 2009, he’s definitely giving Barack’s year one hell of a send off. If you’re looking for a true “reincarnation” of Lil Wayne’s music, keep on going. All you’ll find here is more of the same. Problem is, Birdman Jr.'s so good at making more of the same awesome, chances are you won’t give a damn either way.
