Reviewed by: Brian Roser
For the purposes of this article, the “N” word will be replaced with the term “Neighbor”. In the song “Cadillactica” K.R.I.T. tells us that he took your bitch, neighbor. In the next song, “Soul Food” he is upset that people don’t make love anymore, they just f*ck and fight. Well, obviously they’re fighting because a neighbor took his bitch. Now he has trust issues and finds it difficult to show intimacy. At one point K.R.I.T. will refer to his female as his soulmate, but later he says that hos don’t need to wear panties around him. If his bitches are confused I can understand, because he is kinda sending some mixed signals there.
K.R.I.T. is from Mississippi and a rising star in the hip hop scene. I find it difficult to review this album, because the only hip hop I listen to is on the Epic Rap Battles of History YouTube channel, which doesn’t count. The album starts out with an ode to creation filled with celestial imagery. Yes, it’s a double entendre, but I was willing to give this guy a chance. The second was about life, including all the pain, passion and joy that it brings while continuing with the celestial theme of the album. Well done, sir. Then I got to “Cadillactica”. This song has the same worn out themes of misogyny, self aggrandizement and gun violence that are found in every other hip hop album ever recorded.
He bemoans the racism he was subjected to growing up in the South, not to mention the scars that still linger from the legacy of slavery. Yes, racism does still exist and yes, slavery was a blight on our nation’s history, but he loses the moral high ground when he raps about making bitches crawl.
I don’t think it’s fair for me to give this album a rating. I am not really well versed enough in hip hop to compare him to other artists. I will make a few observations, though. The man can rhyme. The man can flow. The man can weave in soul and R&B into his music to great effect. What he cannot do is transcend the destructive cliches of his genre.
Rating: No Comment