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New Music I'm Obsessed With

I didn't review an album this week because no one album was released that struck my fancy.

Fast forward to next Tuesday when RZA's soundtrack to his film 'The Man With The Iron Fists' is released - now THAT I'm excited about!! This new song from Kanye West - leaked this week - is one of my obsessions right now. Let alone the first single from the album ('Baddest Man Alive') that features The Black Keys.


Another quality leak from this week comes from Kendrick Lamar and Drake. We all know how much I'm in love with Drake, who recently graduated from high school (all that and brains, too?) (That's only a slight joke, considering how many entertainers and athletes who start that young never do get their diplomas.) But I'm also really feeling Kendrick Lamar. So far he hasn't released anything I don't like. And to be backed by Dre is an achievement in itself. On top of ALL OF THAT this song, appropriately called Poetic Justice, samples one of my favorite Janet Jackson tracks. Kendrick's album - 'good kid m. A. A. D. city' - also drops next week and, if this song is any indication, we have something to look forward to!




Basically I couldn't wait until next week to tell you about these songs. Stay tuned - get it? - for next week when I rave/rant about the full albums (time permitting). 

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