Lupe. Lupe. Lupe.
Are you serious?
After two very successful albums that have given you not only an incredibly loyal following but the title of heir to the throne (Hova's of course), what are you doing to us?
Bringing out some sample-driven, autotuned single with completely incomprehensible lyrics.
What the fuck's with that man?
Whatever happened to your direct, succinct and potent criticisms and observations about the world?
Or your vocal harmonies?
Did you not witness the media execution of one Kanye West after his deplorably monotonous 808s & Heartbreaks?
Obviously not, because the autotune is a rookie mistake and one that has significantly lowered my expectations and anticipation for your coming album Lasers.
Add this production folly to the fact that for a four and a half minute song, you only clock in around 80 seconds of rapping; and most of it is completely indecipherable.
Please. Help me out here. What the fuck does this even mean:
"We can hear the songs from that Opera groomed fat bitch, telling is not the pursuer just the shoe like a blacksmith."
Any ideas? Me neither.
So now not only have you pissed me off in concert but with your come back single. You are skating on thin ice my kick pushin' friend.
Yours sincerely,
The Underground Lover
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