I have an unhealthy obsession with Gucci Mane. I don't really know why. It's not even that he has any songs that are particularly outstanding. Sure, I admire his galactic ego, but it's probably more the way that he goes about his trade. He doesn't seem to be bothered with highlighting his punchlines. Or anything, really. Everything, and I mean everything, falls out of his heavily sedated mouth in the exact same monotone pitch. Finding his best lines are kind of like finding the Where's Wally of rap.
And pretty much everything that comes out is about what happens to be on his wrist, how swell his car is, degrading bitches, shooting people, getting shot, how large and phallic his chain is etc. He just does it better than most. He also only changes the tempo of his rhymes in very subtle ways, depending on the beat (which is always cheap and tinny sounding for some reason). Yet, somehow, you never get bored of it. It lulls you in. Gucci Mane is the Medusa of southern rap.
Listening to him though, you do fear that Gucci Mane has a perilously low IQ. It's true, most of his critics call him a retarded grunter. But deep down, if you delve into his unique monotone cadence (and trust me, I have done just this plenty), you get the distinct vibe that he might just be some kind of genius.
And pretty much everything that comes out is about what happens to be on his wrist, how swell his car is, degrading bitches, shooting people, getting shot, how large and phallic his chain is etc. He just does it better than most. He also only changes the tempo of his rhymes in very subtle ways, depending on the beat (which is always cheap and tinny sounding for some reason). Yet, somehow, you never get bored of it. It lulls you in. Gucci Mane is the Medusa of southern rap.
Listening to him though, you do fear that Gucci Mane has a perilously low IQ. It's true, most of his critics call him a retarded grunter. But deep down, if you delve into his unique monotone cadence (and trust me, I have done just this plenty), you get the distinct vibe that he might just be some kind of genius.
More than all of this though, some of his rhymes make me chortle. "You are not the owner of that car that is a loaner / I got money stacks that's tall as you cause that's just my persona". Oh Gucci. But I can't say that I approve of his weird, unhealthy obsession with the colour yellow. Yellow wouldn't even make my top 5 colours of all time. But I'm not black. Or from the south. Or have a penchant for wearing gigantic Bart Simpson chains around my neck. So what would I know.
Most of his clips seem to be instruction videos on how to make a rap video. This I enjoy. There's always the perfect quota of bitches, chains, insults, and most importantly, muscle-bound-weed-carriers menacingly lurking in the background, flailing their angry limbs at the camera.
And lastly, you have to respect a man that respects his kitchen, is prepared to do the dishes, and is more than ready to defend this right at all cost. And then take his shirt off, put on his fave Bart Simpson chain, smoke a ton and make a video about all of this.
I just hope that prison releases him soon so that he can humour me some more before someone shoots him. Gucci Mane is a good man.
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