“Thank y’all for coming out God Bless you, Goodnight. Where’s Russell?” Jay-Z joked to a planetarium full of industry elite.
“Thank y’all for coming out God Bless you, Goodnight. Where’s Russell?” Jay-Z joked to a planetarium full of industry elite.
I watched as Hov, sat back and a large smile grew on his face. His wife Beyonce was next to him. Kanye stood a few seats down beaming with the proudness of a father who just watched his son hit the game winning homerun.
Yes, Watch The Throne was that damn good, and you could tell by the applause that filled the room.
Now to add icing on the cake, the album just did what no album in recent memory was able to do.
Watch The Throne did not leak.
That is even more incredible than the killer lyrics spat by both emcees. Still, what comes to mind is a previous Jay-Z song that was only served to mixtapes, “I Show You How To Do This Son!“
Yes, even as Jay spits, “Start me broke, I bet I get rich. Night shift 6 to 6. Gimmie one shot. One pot. I’ll show up in all white. Wearing no socks. No ceiling. New coupe. They know I’m a dopeboy. They don’t have no proof.”
All I can think about is, “I Show You How To Do This Son!”
And as Yeezy soothes your soul with rhymes like “Don’t want ‘em to be hated all the time judged / Don’t be like your daddy that would never budge,” Jay-Z’s “I Show You How To Do This Son” is all I can think of.
So as the whole rap game now watches the throne to see how to have a record not leak, they show us how to do it.
I’m also reminded of something else Jay-Z said at the Musuem of Natural History. Hova said they made this big album and then went back in to scale it back.
I can’t help but think of what would have been if they made a big album.
Would Watch The Throne be more Twisted Fantasy than a Blueprint for success?
While I love the album so far, I will say it’s OK not to like Watch The Throne. It’s OK to be the only one person who hates the album.
It’s OK to be one of those guys who doesn’t stand on couches, pop bottles and go H.A.M. when the DJ playa “N***s in Paris.” For real. It’s OK.
While I’ve been hearing mostly all positive things, I won’t call this a classic just yet. I will say the album is f*cking sick. That’s my official rating of the album. F.N. Sick.
