Honestly, I think it has almost everything to do with structure. His structure gets so inconsistent sometimes that it draws away from the central theme of whatever he is trying to talk about. He runs into similar problems by over-developing his metaphors. Personally, I find the more direct style, like slug, to be better. Mac's style is just overambitious and I feel like he tries way too hard and it's reflected by work that goes in a million directions at once and lacks any real cohesion. And I don't think eminem is any more artistic than mac. In fact, ive hated all of eminems shit except for his last album which appeals to me on a personal level that I understand wont apply to most. And I would never presume that people who like mac would ever like eminem.

clutch is sweet. I'm not sure what you mean.

I do like talking about obama though, but so does inveigh.

Album Rating: 5.0

yeah but these days I talk shit about Obama, nonetheless I do like talking shit



I understand your point about Mac's music, but I'm not sure that it's something that happens that often in his songs. If anything clouds the theme of his songs, in my opinion, it's focusing too much on complicated rhyme schemes and wordplay. By structure are you referring to that or to actual song structure?

Album Rating: 5.0

Marshal Mathers LP and OG 11:11 are two of my favorite hip hop albums, so theres that.

Album Rating: 5.0

I know chambered, this one's wayyyyy better

Album Rating: 5.0

I am going to use this message board as a stream of consciousness writing warm up. I'm going to address Snave in the end, but I want to share some thoughts with the people who have been so kind and cool to this album on here. I do this every day. I sit and free-associate for about 10 minutes to get the juices flowing. No breaks or stops allowed. Here we go! Anyways this is definitely Mac Lethal. Dude, Kanye West gets on blogs and addresses internet detractors, why would I be above doing that? Taking the web seriously, and participating in discussions on the web, are starkly different. I enjoy dialoging with raconteurs and people with sharp, articulate opinions. Unfortunately you do not get to do things like that at Houlihan's, or McCoy's, or any of the other local Kansas City bars. We have a slow paced lifestyle here. No matter what sect of the metropolitan area you are at, you are always under 30 minutes away from grassy, rural, cattle breeding grounds.

Album Rating: 5.0

Farmlands, and highway trucker plazas. It sounds incestuous and draining to you, but I love it. I appreciate people who are steadfast in bolstering simple values, who have friendly orange dogs, and say things like, "Are you workin' hard, or hardly workin'?" They are the most intelligent people on the planet. At least in their approach to happiness. However, I get my fill of cerebral fat chewing on the internet. I find it infinitely more entertaining than watching television (personal preference, I'm not anti-tv), and at this point, vital. My career's feeding tube is deeply plugged into the internet. However, I don't take the debates or interactions to heart, because in person, this whole hyper-opinionated, omniscient, super-intellectual tough guy costume, that a majority of the people wear when they spout their bullshit online, seems to always come off for even the tiniest smidgen of confrontation. Teeth chatter, lips seizure, no one has a problem, people are curious about the happenings of your life, and they'd like for you to send their love to Slug if you see him. So I don't ever take these cats seriously. I also try not to bully anyone, or act like a tough guy myself. This is about mental stimulation, and in general, powwowing to develop, criticize, nurture, and overall improve new methods of stretching the universal boundaries of artistry.

Album Rating: 5.0

It is important for me to sponge up the perceptions people have of my output. Unfortunately, I am only human, so the tools that I have to work with are the tools that I have to work with. I can't apply ointment to my neck before bed, and in the morning wake up with a 7 octave range in my vox. But the moment I accepted that, was the moment I opened up an entirely new dimension of life. Because people like Inveigh write reviews about my junior magnum opus, and suddenly a 7 minute read makes the 14 years of pursuing this vocation worth it. Not because of the high marks he and the others gave me. But because they connected with the narrative, and they gave me the opportunity to present a piece of music to them that is disarming, fun, admittedly bizarre, emotionally naked, unorthodox, abrasive, climaxes with a heart-wrenching tragedy, encores with an even worse tragedy, and rolls the credits with every single shard, crumb, sliver, scrap, and piece of me scattered on the floor. Bloody, broken, and defeated. I spend tireless amounts of energy on appreciating and mastering my tools. You could sit here and write a violently aggressive diatribe about my deficiencies and limits as a musician, and I could instantly retaliate with a better, smarter, and more insightful diatribe about my deficiencies and limits as a musician. Anyone's criticisms of me are nothing but hackneyed, predictable, tripe. I already said it to myself, about myself, so much better, so long ago. There is no panacea when it comes to this. I embrace that, and it's the reason people connect with me the way they do.

Album Rating: 5.0

Music is amazing. It is at an all time high. There is no longer an entertainment caste system, or an aristocratic hierarchy inventing ways to assfuck the American consumer's psyche, and in turn comandeering(sp) their self-esteem and profiting off of their lionizing of more attractive, skinnier, better dressed celebs. Genre-bending, gender-bending, language manipulation, sound fonts, and being unapologetically passionate about making something that is enjoyable to indulge your ears in has superseded latching onto an artist because you view him/her as an archetype of who you aspire to be. As far as you Snave. You ostensibly see through me, and seem to be able reject me without blinking. However, the intensity in which you scrutinize my writing, image, word choices, and the minutiae in my music, which, by the way, are things that only I should be focusing on, challenges that logic. You can hurl barbs at me all day. Or lay the entrails of my metaphors on the table and flap your cunt-flaps about my metaphors lacking cohesion, or me being over-ambitious. But let's get a few things straight: I have a quixotic, almost disgusting relationship with language. I have a tremendous manifestation of synesthesia in my brain. A lot of people do. It's common. But I don't just thumb through a thesaurus and pick weird words that seem big and expensive. No, I fucking love words. I love lyrical authors. I love language. You don't have the privilege to find faults in my word choices, because I am not a technician or a language Nazi. I don't pay attention to austere boundaries, or reject things that feel natural and good just because there's the risk of leaving few jerk off music elitists butt-hurt and on the fence about me. I don't masturbate with vocabulary and use words like cygnet, and obsequious, and boustrophedon unless appropriate.

Album Rating: 5.0

I also don't stray from pretty, simple visual words. The word "lung" makes me want to fuck a planet. I am a fan and a friend of Slug. But acting like I shroud my content with aimless nonsequitors(sp) and murky, premie metaphors is offensive. Aside from that, you not liking Eminem for anything other than a pisspoor, heavily flawed, and relatively speaking, sub par record about addiction to Ambien and Methadone, pushes my suspicions of you even further. You like Recovery but you don't like The Eminem Show? You are hazardous. You seem to take in music differently than the rest of us do. This isn't about creativity and heightening your senses. This is about your failures. You seem more threatened by me than underwhelmed, though. It feels like if you committed and gave in, something you are neglecting to accept about yourself is going to surface. I imagine we have more similarities than we do differences. I've never seen someone so disturbed by what he contends is mediocrity. Lol. I am aware of my juvenile, missteps, and the future is big, bright, and thundering at full-force in the exact opposite direction. But I'd say ease up a little bit. I am very self-aware, and a lot of my fans gravitate to me because I represent being oddly shaped, and a little off-colored. Which you so obviously are ashamed of being. When you gut my record, you better be on point. Because I'm gonna review your review immediately after. Maybe you are sizing me up and think there's something about you that's cool that I don't have, but that cannot possibly be true. You have pointed out typo's on multiple occasions in this thread. Attacking someone for parapraxis is the action of someone who has never penetrated the mercury-pink walls of a steamy vagina. Listen to Original 11:11 Sessions and trust that I know what the fuck I'm doing. Don't ever question my motives, my talent, or my life experiences ever again. And you better show your work, and have some pretty thoroughbred examples of me being over-ambitious with my metaphors, because I don't apply effort when it comes to making them materialize. I will lay out my diagrams and explain to your smart-dumb ass why they work. By the way, I make a fine living off of music. We pay multiple people's bills with Black Clover.

Album Rating: 5.0

Had to copy it, cut it up, and paste it because it said it was too long.



The day has begun. Get your hustle on baby!



Gonna go get some brunch while listening to Eminem and thinking up disjointed, fraudulent metaphors. Peach!

Album Rating: 5.0

yeah that pretty much ruled.

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whoa, mind = blown

Album Rating: 5.0

wish I wasn't at work right now...

Album Rating: 4.0

what the hell is going on here? I've missed a lot the last couple weeks

Album Rating: 5.0

The real Mac Lethal just owned snave ( real life friend of Inveigh's who came on here to troll Inveigh and bash Mac).

Album Rating: 4.0

okay so now the next question. This is the internet with no way to verify whether Mac Lethal is actually on this site right now. So, how do we know its him?

Album Rating: 5.0

Because he posted on his own message board about this review.

Album Rating: 4.0

no way, that's totally badass