When I was a kid I used to love Redwall books, they were basically just Lord of The Rings books with Rodents instead of people. Mice, Voles and Badgers were good, while Weasels, Ferrets and Rats were evil. It was pretty cute yet surprisingly graphic, not like Happy Tree Friends Graphic but like “a mouse disemboweled a rat in battle” graphic. My favorite book from the series was about a ferret raised by mice who was still evil because he was a ferret (the books were a lil racist). He didn’t wanna be evil, he just liked to do bad things. This is what I think about every time I listen to NBA YoungBoy.
Social Distancing got me listening to more music so let’s get into NBA YoungBoy’s new album “Still Flexin, Still Steppin”.
This shit makes me want to set shit on fire.
NBA YoungBoy is every bad kid you ever went to elementary school with who was hilarious because he’d flip his eyelids inside out and could do backflips with no running start. When YoungBoy raps I can hear the sound of a thousand teachers sighing and ordering another double bourbon at happy hour. He’s like Bart Simpson, but instead of a slingshot and he has a gun and instead of “eat my shorts” he said “eat a dick puss-Ass nigga”. However there’s one teacher, usually white and always an english teacher who looks past YoungBoy’s tough exterior and realizes that his true problem is his anxiety. All of his songs kind of follow the same script: death threats->claims of betrayal->hurt feelings, repeat. YoungBoy is sad, and shooting people makes him feel better.
This is good music to listen to when you’re playing Call Of Duty, your head is on a swivel and you truly can’t trust anyone. Every song is filled with pain and a heaviness in his chest that he can’t get rid of. He really needs to figure himself out, unfortunately he’s got kids, niggas to take care of and herpes; he doesn’t have time for therapy. The only outlet healthy outlet for YoungBoy’s negativity is his music and man this is good music to be negative to. I pressed play on this and immediately started mean mugging myself in the mirror with my shirt off. All the songs kind of blur together as YoungBoy uses that sing songy flow, but I wouldn’t call it repetitive. It’s more like there’s different opps and different women who can break your heart in different ways. NBA YoungBoy is constantly at War, so much so that he doesn’t know peace. That’s a lot to live with by itself, but imagine you had herpes on TOP of that.
If you don’t like NBA YoungBoy, this album will not make you a fan. However if you can tolerate NBA YoungBoy or like to watch music videos on your TV while you stand arms crossed and mad for no reason, this is the album for you.
I give “Still Flexin, Still Steppin” 6 metal teeth out of 9.