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Young Thug has become the latest this week’s sign of the apocalypse from those who insist on substance over style. I understand where they’re coming from, but don’t agree. No one needed Biz Markie and Big Daddy Kane to do the same thing and most of Big Daddy Kane’s raps were about how fly he was anyway. Kendrick Lamar is my favorite rapper this minute, but I don’t always want to listen to m.A.A.d city for the same reason that I am more inclined to eat hamburgers over steaks. Just because something is the richest and most satisfying, it doesn’t negate a cheeseburger. It’s a fucking cheeseburger. Steak is a superior cut of meat, but it’s too heavy for daily consumption.
The moral of this story is fuck a false dichotomy. They usually quickly go off the rails and so does Thugga, who is battling with Future to come off as the rapper most on the verge of a nervous breakdown. This is what you’d expect if Wayne kept sipping and smoking and raided Andre 3000’s long lost wardrobe. Thug might not be a lyrical spiritual miracle wizard, but he knows how to make every syllable interesting. The melodies are there and bright and weird as that headwrap. This is a long way of saying, he has a new song and it’s below the jump.
