The Last Train To Paris has obviously been derailed off it’s original course of action and I refuse to be sold any wolf tickets to any sort of Detox Dreism on Diddy’s part. There’s more buzz in barbershop clippers than what’s surrounding this album. The only people who care about this album are named Justin: Combs & Tinsley.
Still, the music has been solid to say the least. The strobe light aura of “Shades” will surely send jolts of temptation to any nymphomaniac in the club. With Wayne under the influence of André 3000, JT coming out his hole to drop similes and metaphors and Diddy just…whatever it is he’s doing, the slow rap jam lives to fight another day. It’s no “Shut It Down” but mission accomplished nonetheless.