This really is the BEST Album Review of ‘Magna Carta Holy Grail’ by Jay-Z so far. From start to finish, track by track, I, Miss Ruby of Pieced Apart Music and CJ City of CjCityTv take all the nay sayer reviewers to YAY-sayers after all. Realizing that many listeners declared their opinions after just one or two takes of the album, we set out to find out what Jay Z (Hov) was really talking about in each song, and man did it blow our minds?! Watch this video and join the discussion below. Enjoy!
I Am A Godoff of YEEZUS by Kanye West is arguably the most controversial song on the album. Is it ok for Kanye to call himself a GOD? Watch this video and join the discussion below.
Lyrics:
[Intro: Capleton]
Blazin, mi don’t want dem
Mi need dem
Blazin
Suh mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated
Yo mi tek har outta bugah red and put her in a tall skirt
And now she find out what life is really worth
No to X rated
[Intro]
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
[Hook]
I am a god
Hurry up with my damn massage
Hurry up with my damn ménage
Get the Porsche out the damn garage
I am a god
Even though I’m a man of God
My whole life in the hands of God
So y’all better quit playing with God
[Verse 1]
Soon as they like you make ’em unlike you
Cause kissing people ass is so unlike you
The only rapper compared to Michael
So here’s a few hating-ass niggas who’ll fight you
And here’s a few snake-ass niggas to bite you
And I don’t even wanna hear ’bout what niggas might do
Old niggas mentally still in high school
Since the tight jeans they never liked you
Pink-ass polos with a fucking backpack
But everybody know you brought real rap back
Nobody else had swag, man, we the Rat Pack
Virgil Pyrex, Don C snapback
Ibn diamond, Chi-town shining
Monop’ in this bitch, get a change of climate
Hop in this bitch and get the same thing I’m in
Until the day I get struck by lightning
[Hook]
I am a god
So hurry up with my damn massage
In a French-ass restaurant
Hurry up with my damn croissants
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
[Verse 2]
I just talked to Jesus
He said, “What up Yeezus?”
I said, “Shit I’m chilling
Trying to stack these millions”
I know he the most high
But I am a close high
Mi casa, su casa
That’s that cosa nostra
I am a god
I am a god
I am a god
The internet has been swarming with gossip about rapper Jay-Z and wife Beyonce traveling to Cuba in April. In response to the harsh criticism the power couple had received, Jay-Z released a song titled “Open Letter” that was unfavorably written for everyone in disagreement with his destination of choice, among other things. This video contains a bar for bar breakdown of the lyrics that make up his defense, and an explanation too.Thanks for leaving your comments below.
Lyrics:
[Intro]
Ladies and gentlemen
Goddammit
Let this shit knock
[Verse 1]
I done turned Havana to Atlanta
Guayabera shirts and bandanas
Every time you think they got me I switch the plan up
Bulletproof this, radio scanners
Ballin’ ’til they ban us
You gettin’ too much bread, they try to jam you
Boy from the hood but got White House clearance
Sorry y’all, I don’t agree with y’all appearance
Politicians never did shit for me
Except lie to me, distort history
Wanna give me jail time and a fine
Fine, let me commit a real crime
I might buy a kilo from Chief Keef
Out of spite, I just might flood these streets
Hear the freedom in my speech
Got an onion from Universal, read it and weep
Would’ve brought the Nets to Brooklyn for free
Except I made millions off it, you fuckin’ dweeb
I still own the building, I’m still keeping my seat
Y’all buy that bullshit, you’d better keep y’all receipt
Obama said “chill, you gonna get me impeached”
But you don’t need this shit anyway
Chill with me on the beach
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
Y’all gon’ learn today
[Verse 2]
Y’all almost want to start a revolution
You know whenever I’m threatened, I start shooting, bark
Catch a body, head to Houston
I’m in Cuba, I love Cubans
This communist talk is so confusing
When it’s from China, the very mic that I’m using
Idiot wind, the Bob Dylan of rap music
You’re an idiot, baby, you should become a student
Oh, you gonna learn today
Where the fuck have you been
The world’s under new management
The new role model, fuck this Zoolander sh*t