Album Rating: 4.5 | Sound Off
This is one of those albums that you really have to dig Odd Future to like, and if you do, you will aboslutley love it. Earl is an extremley skilled rapper, you are correct about his lyrics not always being the best, but you pulled out the worst examples, most of the lyrics are excelent, and for being a 16 year old kid at the time, this is an incredibly solid release, and if you can dig it, it could easily be a classic in your eyes.
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Between friends is nuts
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ALL THE BAD BITCHES BOO WHEN YOU RAP
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Album Rating: 4.0
Best OF mixtape/album/EP
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Album Rating: 3.5
bastard has better beats but earl is the best thing about OF
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Album Rating: 2.0 | Sound Off
overall sound and flow sounds really cool the lyrics are filled with gibberish though. reminds me of lil wayne
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Album Rating: 3.5
ok snoop dogg
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Album Rating: 2.0 | Sound Off
Its hard to find a single stanza that isn't gibberish. Lplease quote a verse in this album that isn't
filled with gibberish
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Album Rating: 3.5
gibberish my ass do you know the meaning of the word gibberish
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Album Rating: 3.5
thanks glover
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Album Rating: 2.0 | Sound Off
I wrote my own review, this album needed an objective one. This album is cool for what it is but way
overrated.
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Album Rating: 3.5
you cant make an objective review but yeah you can say this album needed a negative one, also who says music has to be about something or make sense to be good
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Album Rating: 2.0 | Sound Off
good point, its just not personally enjoyable for me, it would be cool to see earl put his mind to
something meaningful though, i hope he doesnt go down the eminem path
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Album Rating: 3.5
have you heard his verse on channel orange
frank made an album that 'means something' i guess
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Album Rating: 4.5
Ma said "Wake up son, good morning"
I rolled outta bed, greeted mama with a yawn then
Paused to scratch an itch and went, down to the kitchen
Fixed a plate of eggs and bacon, glass of OJ Simpson
Just as I was about to dig in
A thought jumped in my head, school was to be attended, shit
I payed my thoughts no attention
Cause I wasn't tryna kick it with this bitch that just ended it with me
But mama wasn't havin it, so I grabbed my bag
And split out the door and saw the whore that I'd rather kick
It seems kinda brash but it's the hash, I mean the harsh truth
She runs shit, she's the jock, I'm the horseshoe
She's gorgeous, when niggas see it jaws hit the floor so
When she left, it didn't break my heart it broke my torso
Making my eyes ache, stalking her MySpace
Posted a new pic, I mean it when I say, that I fucking hate you
none of that is gibberish
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Album Rating: 3.5
That's probably my least favorite track on here
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Album Rating: 4.5
2nd favorite after pigeons
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Album Rating: 4.0
epaR is my favorite.
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Album Rating: 2.0 | Sound Off
Luper is the only song that isn't gibberish, and even then half of its about him waking up in the morning and the other half is him complaining about a girl. what exactly is a glass of OJ simpson btw. oh yes thats what a 15 yo calls a wordplay lol. oh and "It seems kinda brash but it's the hash, I mean the harsh truth" throwing in random statements to rhyme concepts that dont really rhyme. nice.
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Album Rating: 4.5
Yo Vince, let me tell you 'bout these hoes I met last night
They thought I was cute 'til I asked what that ass like
Damn right, red light, ran right through it
"You don't even have your permit, what the fuck are you doing? "
Maybe if you shut the fuck up, we'd be cruising
And you wouldn't be sitting, boohooing 'bout your bruises
But no, you wanna be Miss Fuck-with-the-Music
I'm zoning on Relapse, she's sliding on Blueprint
Three seconds it takes for her to turn blue
With my hands around her throat, her arms stopped moving
Pulse stops too, in the back, look confused
As I turn to tell them both not to do shit stupid
Red, white, blue lights in the rear-view, shit
Swerved to the shoulder, tell them both no moving
Sit down in the back, cause the windows tinted
As I rolled down mine to forge a new friendship
"Aren't you a little too young to be driving? "
Look Officer, I'm just tryna get home
"Get out the fucking car with your license and registration"
I ain't getting outta shit, you're starting to try my patience
Didn't have backup, I could tell by the Hummingbike
Reached to the glove, grabbed the motherfucking hunting knife
Stabbed him in his neck and hip, threw him in the trunk and dipped
Back to the fucking crib for some tea and crumpets, shit
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