

J. Cole Born Sinner album review by Big Ghost

Ayo whattup you now in the presence of the divine colossal Lord of Lasers aka the mighty Hands of Zeus aka the grand imperial Cocaine Biceps aka Sir Isaac Broccoli Bundles aka the majestic luxurious Phantom Raviolis the god…otherwise known as the magnificent Galaxy Knuckles or Shampoo Bracelets the panty melter aka the one n only Volcano Hands but you can call me Big Ghost namsayin. Word is bond I been hearin birds chirpin talmbout this n that…yo what happened to the god n why he aint bless us wit no turkeys lately? Ya kno…this that n the third. But chill yo…I was here stackin my nuggets up n gettin shit poppin in bigger n better ways…tryin to get my weight up ya kno….maximizin my outlets n kickin down these garbage cans in the alleyways to reverse gentrify these rich communities up n such. Doin Gods work. While yalls was at ya jobs flippin waffles n pushin brooms n whatever I was on my grind n findin my own way n shit. I do that for the arts. But thats neither here nor there my dude…thats jus how live ni**as do. Which brings us to this album imma be discussin n shit. First ima hit em with the boilerplate:

The views n what have you in this muthafucka is all my owns…so that aint in no way a reflection of nobody other than myself n whatever else b. No other man or woman or child represented heretofore n such hereby is sharin the opinion of the gentleman who be sayin the shit contained within namsayin. This muthafucka do be containin foul language n shit that might offend small children n old people n shit too. It should be noted by all those who is present today here today before God that yall here on ya own accord n if anybody not cool wit that they should leave now or forever hold they peace…

Now then. This that joint all the ni**as wit the white iphones been waitin on… This the shit all the females who hate rap music been dyin to fuckin hear. This that shit the dudes round the way who be tiltin they heads n pointin they chins down in pictures n smilin wit they mouths open been prayin to the heavens for. Ayo all the ni**as out there who cant fit they hands in they pockets n rock half a best friends charm on they necklaces stand the fuck up…its yall moment. If you cant take no more of these rappers wit dignity n confidence n wanna hear some vulnerable ass shit right bout now put ya candles in the air… I wanna see those beaded bracelets n $85 watches up so I kno yall appreciatin this shit. Jermaine a dude who came from the bottom. That ni**a use to dwell in the swamps of Fayetteville North Carolina aka the Ville namsayin…shit was treacherous. While yalls was eatin 3 hot meals a day n havin luxuries like furniture n toilets inside the crib my ni**a Cole was catchin fish wit his teeth in the river n shit like that. Son use to have the one pair of pants he had to take turns wearin wit his brother. So when yall wonder why son rapped bout his come up for 3 mixtapes n 1 album straight yall got ya answers now namsayin. Thats a hard pill to swallow b. Son went to NYC wit nothin but $4 in his pocket n a dream. Ni**a came back to Fayettenam wit the #1 album in the country. Son sold damn near 600k albums so far n only had the backing of the biggest rapper on the planet n distribution from Sony n shit nahmean. They was callin him the second coming of Nas bruh…like this shit was not a game yo. Bruh bruh had mad expectations… n he damn near almost kinda but not really came close to sorta achievin 1 or 2 of em namsayin. So without further ado lemme see how this shit compares to the disappointing mediocreness of the last Cole album…

1. “Villuminati” – Ok…ok…aight…I see what Jermaine doin…settin the tone n shit. Beat soundin kinda like a darker version of Madonna’s Vogue n shit. Aight…yeah yeah…word…I see what he bout…Ok now he spittin some bars. Naw wait…ok nah he jus repeatin the phrase “Sometimes I brag like Hov”….ok aight. Ok now he spittin.

Get ya weight up…fake ni**as get sprayed up /My verbal AK slay f**gots../ n Ion mean no disrespect when I say f**got…ok f**got? /Dont be so sensitive..if you wanna get fucked in the ass / Thats between you n whoever dick it is / Pause…maybe that line was too far / Jus a little joke to show you how homophobic you are

Aight so… “pause”. Lets jus take a minute to break this shit down yo. First off…I aint een gon say nothin bout the fact that dawg said “verbal AK” like its 1991 n niggas is really still comparin they rhymes to muthafuckin weapons n shit. Second…homie said “fa**ot” n then went on to explain why he aint mean no offense by it n how muthafuckas need to not be so sensitive bout his use of the word. THIS dude….