Criticizing the kids flashing cash on the 'Gram. Yo! There ARE these sparse drums that pop up like Bruh Man from the 5th Floor that’s absolutely soul-tingling. Talking about his art collection gaining worth over time that he’ll be able to pass on to his daughter. The biggest lesson is that no matter how big he gets, he’s still a nigga. I never heard Jay talk about his money like this, not braggadocious but like a father passing on lessons. He’s speaking, said that credit is better than throwing money at the strip club. His flow is so easy, but also sounds like he’s disappointed in someone.
Production feels like time traveling in a DeLorean with Dilla. He’s talking about being a house/field nigga. There’s a weight to his tone, his voice hasn’t been very high-pitched but this is a what you get when you drink heavy because you've been sleeping on the couch and your wife took the kids to her momma house that hate you kind of rasp to his voice.
Nah, this is definitely something Jay hasn’t rapped over in years-if ever.
#JAY Z 444 ALBUM SNIPPETS SKIN#
“My skin is black” is what the sample is saying. The keys are dancing, a woman's voice is being looped. I’m glad he reminded us he stabbed a man at a Q-Tip listening party. This is like if Jay did Kendrick’s “u” without the gun, hotel, or the weird yelling. I don’t think I ever felt this deep in JAY-Z’s head. Yo, this is the 47-year-old Jigga I always wanted. What if this is Shawn Carter talking to JAY-Z? I feel like I’m watching him stare at himself in the mirror. These drums knock but are elegant, like an aggressive ballerina. He sounds tired, exhausted, and really deep in his feelings yet alive, focused, and ready to explode. He just mentioned shooting his own brother. I can’t tell if this his internal voice or someone criticizing him. He’s speaking in the third person about killing JAY-Z. The D'usse is poured and my heart is racing, lets begins. Each song will receive my gut reaction from start to finish. In usual 1-Listen fashion, the rules are the same: no skipping, no fast-forwarding, no rewinding and no stopping. I never cried when Pac died / But I probably will when Hov does / And if my tears hold value then I would drop one / For every single thing he showed us / And I'll be standing in a puddle