"How much 'unh can one girl take," asks Mr. Mane in "Booty Shorts," at once posing a question and putting forth a thesis for s/he with a discerning ear. "How many cakes can one man bake," he continues, answering, "Playa on the real man I don't know/I just love it when they fresh and they ass cheeks show." Subtext: This world is a menagerie and human sexuality, our only truth. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that pretty much makes him the black Foucault.
I'm not the only tastemaker who appreciates GM. David Drake of Pitchfork agrees in his zealous review of "Overboard," maintaining that Gucci's magical powers extend beyond his skills as a poet & craftsman. His "hook-crafting skills are unfuckwitable," Drake offers, "they can get densely lyrical yet instantly memorable." Ah, those dense memories. After consulting with Urban Dictionary, I agree. Gucci wins for 'unfwitable,' along with Lil' Kim and the one intense dude in middle management who interviewed me today. I get it, you're all really into your jobs or Brooks Brothers or being freaky women perverts.
"The imagery is also uniquely vivid," Drake continues, which rings true for other songs. In "745," GM all but literally illustrates certain objects of his affection: "yellow diamonds same color as mustard/blue diamonds same color tha tarheels/red diamonds like a sexual game is." Like any good critic, I'd never superimpose my poetic interpretation onto you, the reader. So I'll leave you with this: I dare you to parse that last simile. Wink.
Le Rating: 5 Eiffel Towers! Le Perfection!
