To quote the man himself, “ That’s a backtrack/ And I ain’t tryin’ to backpack.”Īs a result, his flow as grown more aggressive – even, at times, angry – and with good reason. References to his dubious mainstream marketability? Double-check – but he repackages it for the new decade. Lupe Fiasco’s at risk of the same – Socially conscious lyrics? Check. That Bond movie, by the way, quickly takes a dive into terrible, transforming into a regrettable, embarrassing self-parody. In Lupe’s case, he reemerges with a new album, Lasers, in a world where it’s maybe a little more culturally acceptable to be a rapper who doesn’t rap about cooking drugs and shooting people. Except, of course, James Bond wasn’t releasing mixtapes or recording tracks for the New Moon soundtrack while being water-boarded. The return of Lupe Fiasco is a lot like the (pretty good) opening 20 minutes of Die Another Day, when James Bond gets imprisoned in North Korea for a year only to find that, in his absence, the world changed without him, and suddenly, a well-dressed sex addict seems a touch irrelevant in the face of the War on Terror.
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