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Lil Boosie drops the year's best blues album.

Kevin Gates slinks into his Technicolor bedroom in the video for the 'Luca Brasi 2' cut.

Give this man all the street Pulitzer's.

The fast-rising Houston rap group continue to be codeine's best selling point.

Ain’t no love like Boosie love. Ain’t no hate like Boosie hate. What makes him special is that he only inhabits the extremes. It’s too early to accurately assess where Life After Death Row fits in the Boosieography, but for the moment, let’s just all sit in wonder and appreciation that this exists at all. […]

Meek Mill gets released from jail (apparently not yet but for the purposes of this post, he’s free) and somehow despite all that R&R, he still sounds as winded as if he just defeated Bruce Jenner in a Decathlon. To be fair, B.J. has devolved into a plasticine K.D. Lang shell of his former self. […]

Paul Thompson paid for the necklace and ate breakfast We celebrate a curious quality in our rap stars. The contradiction—a blunt, imprecise tool—humanizes these larger-than-life figures, we say. Makes them seem like us. Nas documents the plight of the black woman, then buys her jewelry and holds it over her head; Kanye laments his materialism […]

Boosie is one of the greatest because few rappers are more governed by their moods. The original Thug and Birdman version is a joyous celebration reminiscent of the Cash Money Hot Boys and Mannie Fresh era. The Bad Azz G-Mix could’ve been anything ranging from a euphoric yelp about newfound freedom to the most sinister […]

Skip town for a week and you inevitably wind up behind on the latest round from the bard of Baton Rouge. The week I go to New York, Boosie ends up on DJ Skee’s show on AXS TV performing “Smoking on That Purple,” thereby depriving me of the meta experience of exhaling velvet clouds while […]