Drake
Rap is the combination of arrogance and insecurity. Drake, the best rapper out right now, mixes those ingredients perfectly. “Motherfuckers never loved us,” he complains on Worst Behaviour. He leaves the second part, “but they do now,” unsaid. Too Much is the pinnacle of the music Drake taught us to love. Quiet hooks, massive verses. Nothing Was The Same is littered with moments of self-exploration, but the self he finds here is not the fun youngster we knew in 2010. This Drake looks into a diamond-studded, gold-rimmed mirror and a void stares back. A rare thrill.
