Everyone has pride, just like everyone has a breaking point. And at some time, everyone is going to hear all the criticisms placed upon them. To their face and behind their back.
In the world of Hip-Hop, those criticisms are magnified, especially in current times. For artists like Eminem, Jay-Z and OutKast, their legend was stamped long before the Internet rose to power. While it is a gift and a curse, “newer” artists do not necessarily have that luxury. They travel the road to hopeful Hip-Hop hierarchy with the World Wide Web documenting their every step and misstep. Aubrey Drake Graham is a perfect example.
In a nutshell, the release of his third mixtape, So Far Gone, elevated him to heights unseen in the genre still haunted by the ghosts of Tupac and Biggie. From award shows to endorsements, he locked down deals savvy vets failed to garner. With the fame and fortune, however, came the weary patience of fans and critics alike for his debut album, Thank Me Later. Fast forward to this year and two singles later, the question as to whether or not Drake was the next savior of rap or merely a flash in the pan began to resonate at a fever pitch.
Apparently, the Toronto transplant has grown tired of the negative energy surrounding his name and vented his own frustrations with the Boi-1da produced, “9 A.M. In Dallas Freestyle.” Whether it is an actual “freestyle” is null and void. The main point is this – he’s heard everything. “He doesn’t rap like he used to.” “What happened to the ‘Comeback Season’ Drake?” “This ninja is singing too much now.” “He should have never signed to Young Money.”
Well, this is what everyone asked for. To see if Drake had a sense of pride left in him. Some “fight,” for lack of a better description. In a mere three and a half minutes, months of questions and concerns were answered. No hook, just Drizzy’s most honest feelings at this point in his career and as the most important date in his life looms less than a month away.