The beats are like the glaze on glazed donuts, so sugary, so knowingly bad for you, but you keep coming back for more. The rapper, however, is terrible, waddling around talking about his hussle in such a stripped down fashion that he will tell you up front he's a hustler and rhyme that with hustler over and over again. Basically thats all you need to know about Trilla.
Sure, Trilla sounds like every other rap album out there right now. Sure, Rick Ross and his cohorts probably suck b*lls in a live show. Actually, the biggest boss that you've seen thusfar came to my school last year, T Pain (what the f*ck kind of name is that, anyway?) in tow. Although I neglected to waste $30 to go see them, the school paper tells me that they performed "The Boss" at the very beginning of the show and then did two reprises of it later on throughout the night. And I thought that kind of thing stopped being cool when Jerry Garcia died. Well that doesn't really explain my rating, but I think it helps to illustrate what this album stands for. Commercial crap. The same thing that everybody else is doing, just trying to be a little sleeker and shinier and sexier than the next guy. Don't get me wrong- there are some fun songs in here that I listen to quite a bit, but don't be fooled. There is little real talent to be found anywhere in the glam of Trilla.