T-Pain's "Thr33 Ringz"

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T-Pain - "Thr33 Ringz"
Review by The Neighborhood Bully

T-Pain, the man you've probably heard in everybody else's song, from Flo Rida’s “Low” to Lil Wayne’s “Got Money,” released his third album, aptly entitled "Thr33 Ringz." If you’re one to judge a book (or an album in this case) by its cover, you would probably deem this CD one of the best of this century, as the album artwork is utterly mind-blowing. After you pick your jaw up off the ground and actually listen to the CD, you realize that it’s the T-Pain we’ve come to love (or hate) – the man who wears top hats instead of baseball caps – but he’s taken everything to a whole new level. What were formerly two-line throwaway punch lines are now full-length songs. “Chopped N Skrewed” deals with getting treated poorly by a woman at the club. “Phantom,” a track included in the deluxe edition, is nothing more than him stalking his ex-girlfriend and speaking about it for three and a half minutes. “Karaoke,” on the other hand, is a song with a very powerful message. This song is T-Pain’s diss track to all the artists criticizing him for his use of Autotune, as well as the artists abusing Autotune themselves. In this song, he raps instead of singing to show the rappers what it’s like to be copied. “Thr33 Ringz,” for its “creative” content and the way in which it is presented, is as bizarre as the circus that seems to be going on in his mind. One of the lines in “Ringleader Man” works perfectly to explain why this album seems so abnormal: “You can’t understand the s--- that comes out of my head.”

Rating: 4/5

UPDATE: Got into that school newspaper.

An Interim Favorite Rapper Is Crowned

The votes are in. And the winner of "Who Wants to be Chris' favorite rapper until Gucci Mane gets out?" is...

Yo Gotti.

"Cocaine Muzik" is the mixtape of the century.

Here's the thing - when I was looking for a favorite artist, I wanted somebody who was like Gucci Mane, but not copying him. Nobody likes some punk ass prick who's jockin' yo' swag. Just ask Rocko. Or T.I., or Jay-Z, or Kanye West, or to a lesser extent, Lil Wayne. Gucci Mane has no swagger, so that shouldn't be a problem. Bla, bla, bla. Basically, I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what I should use as criteria.

I settled on three main ones: enjoyability, amount of music I have by them, and similarity to Gucci Mane.

I toyed with Plies, Lil' Wayne, T-Pain, Yung Joc, Shawty L-O, and a few other useless people, but nobody is as similar to Gucci Mane as Yo Gotti, IMHO.

Plies is extremely funny, and he's so real, but he's my #2 favorite. I want to start listening to somebody who I barely payed attention to. T-Pain is a great guy, but more than half his shit is R&B. Lil' Wayne almost has too much shit, and I mean, he's everybody else's favorite rapper, and I don't usually like to like something just because everybody else likes it. (See Superbad and movies like that, Will Ferrell and other douches like that, the Red Sox, the Patriots, the Cowboys, watching movies, Lost and shows like that, etc.) That's just me. So I like him, but I won't cream myself over him. Yung Joc doesn't make enough music - or maybe he does, but I don't see it. I wanna be able to listen to a CD a week and be able to hear new shit for 3 months before I run out. Shawty Lo. Even I, who loves him when apparently nobody else does, can get tired of him kinda quick.

So we move on to Yo Gotti. I like him a lot. Mostly because it seems like he's best friends with Gucci Mane. Two birds, one stone. So it's only how much music I have of him. The best thing is that since Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane are good friends, I can listen to Gucci Mane and Yo Gotti all the time because they're featured on each other's shit all the time. I got a lot of Gucci, I got a lot of Gotti. I got more mixtapes of him, and there's more of them out there that I can go pick up or something.

And there you have it. Yo Gotti is my man until October 2009, or when Gucci gets off on parole or something.