The last time I reviewed a mixtape of Lil’ Wayne’s Dedication series, I had to pass it to my friend just to cope. Now, thinking back to that experience and having gone through its successor, Dedication 5, I realize that it was not the massive downgrade in quality, it was the lack of anything worth hearing for the first time. So I decided to hunt down Dr. Quentell Stevens, a Lil’ Wayne scholar at North Ponchartrain Community College to go ahead and take one for the team. Enjoy, or something.
All hail Lil Wayne, Lord Tunechi, the golden child of Hollygrove. When he slowly hovered towards the tiny New Orleans hamlet as a baby in 1982 from the Elysium Fields, the rap game was desolate. However, after multiple baths in the lean fountains and fine tuning his drunken-master style of weaving sexually graphic lyrics, graphically sexual imagery and sexy images of graphs together during his tenure in Cash Money Academy, we have received an abundant outpour of music rivalling only that of Lil B’s horrifying prolificacy.
From Tha Block Is Hot, his seminal debut which was lauded by multitudes of ratchets and refined alike, to his latest 29-track installment of grace, Dedication 5, we have seen the man, the myth, the legend, Dwayne Michael “Weezy F Baby” Carter, transcend from his lowly beginnings as the apostle of the star-studded Ornianthropos to the stalwart of Urban/Rhythmic radio. The Dedication series has helped form his role as a leader of hip hop culture. How? Because pancakes. It was once Rakim who said, “I would have never started rhyming if Lil Wayne would have never [saved] hip-hop. He is [the homie], nahmean.”
This lovely song cycle begins with “I’m Good”, a chilling anthem from The Weeknd made much better by our Dear Rapper’s muffled ad-libs lighting up the back and his lethargic words of wisdom he speaks as he, literally, lights up a joint in the studio. “Don’t Kill” features the greatest rendition of King Kendrick’s (who’s merely a duke in my opinion) moderate hit “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe” as Dr. Carter viciously slaughters the instrumental with reckless abandon: “I got some killers on my side, some kill up in my swisha/all this hating drive me crazy, take the key out the ignition.”
His next victim, “New Slaves”, should be played out of school PA system for its acerbic social commentary disguised by Lord Tunechi’s lack of interest in anything but birth canals and skateboarding. Your version is worse, Kanye; you should quit rapping: “I got old money, take a bath in hundreds/My way or the highway and I see traffic comin’/Tunechi in this hoe, watch these hoes go crazy/pass that weed around like that shit contagious.” For me to espouse the glorious offerings of Lil Wayne, the blunted and Mollyficent, for an entire review would retire the rest of my life’s worth, most of which is already focused on chronicling the myriad videos posted on Worldstarhiphop.com.
Regardless, spending 96 minutes with this blast of invigorating poetry has filled me with much faith in the ways of the Weezy: the emboldening use of drugs to bludgeon one’s willpower to enunciate, drowning one’s mind in vulvas, religious viewership of SportsCenter and daily readings of Gucci Mane’s twitter feed have culled his modern output into a peculiar brew, one that features a sickly-green color, the viscosity of Florida swampwater and can leave listeners spewing their past five meals if sipped in the wrong way. You must be – and I titter at the thought – Dedicated to listen to music of such a grand constitution. Your favorite rapper is a mere shadow of Tunechi’s ultimate form. Due to Drake’s insistent urge to fold adventurous and stimulating elements into his rap songs, Our Fearless Troubadour has been wonderfully snatched from the threatening throes of retirement at the old age of 29, grinding foes and innovation under the bloated juggernaut that is his output. Between I Am Not A Human Being 2 and Dedication 5, I have enough substantial tunes to distract myself from the civil war in Syria and the US’s impending implosion as a society. All hail Lil Wayne, Lord Tunechi, the golden child of Hollygrove.