On the subject of egos, if Dante had laid out a treatise on the 7 levels of pure, unadulterated arrogance, Jay–Z stands alone in a genre that is at least 63% about boasting, regardless of whether it’s about how many hoes are owned, how many G’s have been clocked by that artists trigger finger, or exactly how filthy God Damn rich that individual is. If an artist is good enough, we’ll buy their sh*t, even if the latest product is clearly designed to glean more dollars and has a high likelihood of suffering from an incomprehensible level of bloat, a direct correlation to the artists’ respective overpowering egos. We know this whether or not we truly accept it, but some artists have enough clout where it really doesn’t matter. If it weren’t already blatantly obvious, double albums are absolutely, unequivocally, and without retort nothing more than a cash grabbing tactic. Review Summary: Jigga follows up a landmark classic with a not-unpleasant effort that is the definition of average.
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