“Whole Lotta Red” is a lengthy album, with 24 songs and over an hour of runtime, but not all tracks make the record more enjoyable the album could certainly use some fat trimming. ![]() The albums closer “F33l Lik3 Dyin” exposes Carti’s feelings on death, his mental health and his aspirations all on top of a soul-tinged instrumental, creating a strong emotional effect. On “Die4Guy,” Carti raps about the tragedy of losing a brother or close friend and the willingness to die for another person. Occasionally, his lyrics go deeper than simply making the song catchier. On “Teen X” with Future, Carti repeats “I’m on the X, I’m on the Codeine” multiple times in the chorus, but his vocal inflections and delivery makes that line so strangely sticky it’s likely that the line will be stuck in your head by the end of the song. His rhymes are usually simple and repetitive, but that’s what makes them so catchy. This principle applies to almost every other track on the album.Ĭarti’s rapping doesn’t have the most complex rhyme schemes or cunning wordplay, but it doesn’t need to. “Over” has only a short, repeating melody, a straightforward bass line and a simple drum pattern, yet that’s all the instrumental needs to be enchanting. In no way is this aspect of the album negative rather, it’s part of what makes it so fun and captivating. Almost every beat features a simple, catchy melody with unsophisticated drum patterns. Regardless of the category a track may fall under, the production is more bare-bones than what is featured on your average trap record. However, it’s more than enough to send your ears to another dimension. Likewise, “ILoveUIHateU” has only two melodic instrumental layers: a calmer, washed out harmony and a long, soaring synth lead. ![]() On the flip side, “New N3on” features a glitzy synth lead with a repetitive yet addictive rhyme scheme from Carti listening to the song feels like flying through another galaxy. “On That Time” is even more hardcore than “Vamp Anthem,” as Carti viciously brags about toting guns and using them without mercy over a heavv bass line and pushy drums. “Vamp Anthem” opens with a sinister organ lead that explodes into a menacing show of toughness, coupled with rumbling bass and vivid hi-hats. Some songs are very punchy and aggressive with booming 808s and driving rhythms while others are more relaxed and trippy with angelic synths and satisfying drum patterns. The production generally falls into two categories: punk and psychedelic. “Whole Lotta Red” takes these ideas to a new level while incorporating new influences, primarily punk rock. ![]() When “Die Lit” was first released, it was notable for its stripped-back yet psychedelic production and using simplicity and repetition to its advantage. “Whole Lotta Red,” produced by Kanye West, is more exciting and innovative than “Die Lit,” pushing its predecessor’s groundbreaking vision even further. Two years, seven months and 14 days elapsed between the release of Playboi Carti’s “Die Lit” and “Whole Lotta Red.” For many Playboi Carti fans, it was a testing wait filled with rumors and speculation. When them vamps outside, lil' bitch, you better be ready When them guns outside, lil' bitch, you better be ready When the stars align, lil' bitch, you better be ready I won't take my time, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready I want it right now, lil' bitch, you know I'm ready (Go, yeah) My flag the same color as cranberry (Cranberry) You come 'round by my gang, it's Hail Mary Them niggas not no thugs, they some fairies (Yeah, yeah) I'm playing with them birds like I'm Larry (Yeah, yeah, yeah) We pop right by the curb, they can't tell it (Yeah) I'm smoking on them herbs, you can smell it (Yeah) This bag I got all orange like a felon (Yeah) My bitch, she say she want me, niggas telling We caught him on the block, we topped his melon (Top, yeah) We push up to your spot like it's nothing (Yeah) Free all them young niggas, free Young Melvin (Yeah) Free all them young niggas, free my cousin (Okay, yeah) Pussy-ass niggas always bluffing Pump fake, nigga, you ain't tough (Yeah, tough) I swear to God if I tote that bitch I'ma hit that boy (Baow, baow) I swear to God, I just play with the pussy, I don't play with boys (Baow, baow) You come 'round by my gang, we gon' let them bullets fly (Baow, yeah) I been sipping on codeine, I got pink eyes (Yeah).
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