That bass line sounds like Satan's playing bass in hell's jam band, and I mean that as a compliment. Some heavier social and political themes here, this is an album of our times. Shit, if Obama ever read one of my articles, it'd be all I'd write about ever again. He couldn't resist the " Obama listens to my music" humblebrag (RIP to Harris Wittels). Who's this on the hook? This hook could have easily been on a Migos banger if the beat was harder, it's an interesting juxtaposition. Hell, maybe he will pull a Chappelle and move to a small town, walk out of the spotlight for a minute. Flow is also crazy here, Cole's back on his anti-fame tip. So far this is his least "hip-hop" album ever.Īnd.right on cue, there's some real hip-hop drums and a looped sample, crazy how he integrated those bird sounds into the beat.
Pastor Cole delivering a short sermon as the song fades out on more jazz vibes. The closing is almost a capella-Jermaine's never been shy about lyricism, but here he's really putting those bars on display like Fort Knox. Did he really get shot at and keep a pistol? Once again, I'm assuming he's rapping from another perspective. I'm predicting that this "the only real change comes inside" line will launch one thousand think pieces once it gets out there. Man, how many times has he mentioned death on this album so far? Mortality is often heavy on his mind. Slightly more uptempo but still very subdued, heavy R&B vibes. See, he's got me feeling all poetical and whatnot. This is more spoken word than rap-many will call it soft, but love that hardens the heart is no love at all. Cole's a very personal man, we only know he's married accidentally, but I have to assume this is a song for his wife (although I'm doubting that part about her giving great head made it into their wedding vows). This is just straight up beautiful-and they say rappers don't make love songs no more. This has been a very quiet album, very few big drums, now we've got a piano, strings, and some layered crooning. I've grown to trust Cole enough to trust that I'll understand this better with more listens. Fair warning, never put dirt on Cole's name. Wait, who's that singing? Beautiful, and now there's a girl talking about her dead father, painful to hear. Oh, but now Cole's back with some of those dark lyrics, bemoaning the effects of the internet and the pressures of fame. Ooooh.this is smooth, I feel like I'm idly playing some jazz piano in a penthouse suite dressed only in a robe and drinking fresh-squeezed orange juice. That's what happened with Forest Hills Drive, and that's what's going to happen to 4 Your Eyez Only. And then six months later, once we'd had some real time to figure out the album's impact on the world and ourselves, we'd do a follow-up review. It would be a gut reaction, stream of consciousness, no-editing and no-rewinding reaction that would reflect everyone's first time hearing it. No, it struck me that the closest thing to assessing an album in the internet age was to do a one-listen-review that was naked, honestly itself. Those reviews had the distinction of being both inaccurate and dishonest while smugly believing they were neither. And in some ways, it was even worse to assign an album some exacting score or claim to understand its place in the hip-hop pantheon because they had listened to it for all of three days. It was one listen reviews that didn't admit they were one listen reviews and pretended to be more. He was almost right, but it wasn't one listen reviews that were so bad, exactly.
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