Curren$y: This Ain’t No Mixtape
After jetting from Young Money, Curren$y’s career could’ve fallen harder than one of those planes he always raps about piloting. But he built his buzz back up with a bevy of Internet mixtapes that showcased the modern day hippie as a wordsmith capable of conquering both forgotten classics (i.e. Black Moon’s “Buck ‘Em Down (Remix)”) and contemporary beats (Common’s “Real People”).
And so, for his appropriately titled album, he finally had to find his original material to rap over. In his own background of N.O. — just minutes from his crib, actually — he hooked up with newcomers Monstabeatz, who eventually produced the entire album and for good reason — the two are musical matches, an organic pairing with, dare I say, the chemistry of a Common and No I.D. But where Com played the lost-in-the-projects everyman, Curren$y is the new culture, smoke-and-skate “everydude”, spitting over synth-drenched productions.
Tracks like “The Jet’s Son,” where Monstabeatz flip “The Jetsons” jingle into a Don Cannon-like banger, and “On My Plane,” a smooth rideout enhanced by mellow keys a la Scott Storch, show the beatmakers’ ability to emulate an assortment of styles yet maintain a breezy atmosphere throughout for Spitta to envelope with his clouds of metaphors and alliteration. “Everybody’s like he’s no item/ please don’t like him/but the chance to sip champ’ with the champ is enticing (in Tyson)/ about to fight the feeling she follow the flashing lights, man/ and it’s leading her directly to where I am.”
With chicks, kicks, and whips being the talking points, Curren$y offers little introspection, but the resounding theme is a “fuck you” to the industry, highlighted by anthems of independence such as “Get It Ya Self” and the fact that This Ain’t No Mixtape is an online-only release. It’s the only way he’d be able to get away with an album full of “Elevator Muzik,” the shit you “ride around and get high to.”
The thing with stoners, though, is they think all of their ideas are brilliant — like having a song called “LOL” where the chorus goes, “I’m LOL’in on you niggas/I’m LOL’in on you hoes.” It’s basura, straight up.
That one moment of bad judgment aside, this joint is perfect for bumpin’ as you drive around — just not too loudly. You wouldn’t want to draw unwanted attention while you’re blunt cruisin’.- Devin Chanda
Hottest Joint: “Blown Away
Weakest Joint: “LOL”