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What Went Wrong With… 50 Cent & Animal Ambition?

With the bulk of the singles having already been released during the concluding few months, information technology isn't hard to piece 50 Cent's upcoming album together. And whether he decides to add an actress track here or in that location, or toys with idea of re-arranging the tracklist; "Animal Ambition" will remain i of the worst albums in contemporary Hip-Hop.

With his slurred nonchalant vocals and contrived lyrics, fifty Cent is definitely 1 of the main rappers responsible for destroying the Hip-Hop genre. Anybody who remembers the travesties that were "Candy Store" and "Ayo Technology" will agree that when discussing the ruination of the genre; fifty Cent's name will definitely exist up at that place in the Summit 10. "Beast Ambition" on the other mitt, will never reach the Top ten of annihilation.

This slack and amateurish album opens with the flaccid song "Hold On", a track with a mellow choir sample and 50 Cent's now standard spiritless delivery. But by including horribly tired lyrics like "Gold Medal 'circular my cervix like I won the Olympics" and also a horrendous singing chorus; the opener makes the listener want to switch off right then and in that location.

If you resist yanking out the power cable, the second track is "Don't Worry Bout It" which features Yo Gotti and an annoyingly repetitive echoing synth. This track is littered with more tacky lyrics such every bit "my closet filled with that fly shit, black card when I buy shit". It'southward almost as if l wishes it was still the noughties, if you lot need proof only peep the avaricious chorus…

"don't worry about how I become my coin, bitch just know I go my money
don't worry about how I spend my money, boy I got a lot
don't worry near that car I drive, don't worry well-nigh that cycle I ride
don't worry about them diamonds and the bezel on my watch"

I mean, if it wasn't for the quick Instagram reference in this rail, y'all'd swear it was 2003. Now that would be something to worry 'bout.

Adjacent is the championship track "Creature Ambition" which features some confused product complete with seventies funk, depression pitch vocals, roars, elephant noises, and some strange yelps. 50 Cent, oblivious to the fact that New York Hip-Hop is currently making a comeback, tries to put on a southern emphasis on this track, and coupled with the clichéd "Middle Of The Tiger" lyric, "Animal Ambition" makes a great job, not of showing fifty's range; but instead his historic period.

Being a star of the noughties, it seems that 50 Cent just tin't help travelling back to that gaudy decade at every opportunity he gleans. With the track "Pilot" he whips out some of the worst Hip-Hop contrivances since his 2005 "Bulletproof" game. Just cheque out this claw..

"me I'm like a Pilot, G5 Jet I'grand fly shit, you cannot deny it…
…bitches be on my dick, Designer threads I'm fly shit, you cannot deny it"

With the horridly Hip-Pop-ish utterance of "Oh no, no no no no" every two seconds, "Pilot" has to be the worst track on the album and so far. But wait, the next half of the album sets a new record in sounding out-of-style and shitty.

"Smoke" is an motorcar-tuned crapfest courtesy of Trey "Lame" Songz who sounds like the bastard kid of Chris Brown and Justin Timberlake. With its out of date synths and with l proverb shit similar "Pimpin' Own't Piece of cake" (c'mon Curtis; it's 2014 for fucks sake!) listening to "Smoke" makes you experience like you were in some kind of throwback hallucination.

After this comes "Every Time I Come up Around" which features more wannabe singing and still more accent fakery. And don't worry, the crappy lyrics are still on testify…

"…That Hard White, I Flip That…"
"…Diamonds On Me, I Flash That…"
"…My Stocks Come across NASDAQ…"

It's at this bespeak in the album that you lot realise there won't be anything worth re-listening to, just a lot of noughties-sounding contrived crap.

The next joint is "Irregular Heartbeat", an ironic championship since this apartment-ass anthology is plenty to put anybody'southward middle into bradycardia. And after this tranquility, whispering trash, comes the track "Hustler" which with its messy organ, sounds then dire that it volition make you wanna break your fucking SMS headphones. With 50 squealing "I'm A Hustler Babe" in this shitty vocal, information technology baffles the listen figuring out what function of investing in Vitamin H2o makes him a fucking hustler? 50 Cent needs to take a look at his Reebok and Correct Guard deals and wake up to the fact that he's no longer street and no longer relevant (if in fact he e'er was).

Dorsum to the anthology, if you ignore the next two embarrassingly cringe-enducing tracks "Twisted" and "Winner Circle" which are both sugar-frosted Pop Tracks from Diabetic Hell; the final song "Chase The Newspaper" which sounds like someone leaning on the keys of a church organ (probably considering they fell asleep from listening to this anthology) is possibly the worst. With 50 spitting bullshit like "I'm notwithstanding a rida… you chase the ho's, I hunt the paper", you merely wish that someone would nudge him and permit him know information technology'due south 2014, non 2004.

50 Cent is a fauna of the last decade. He had a Pro-George Bush stance, he sucked upwards to the shitty duo of Dre and Eminem, he released horrid films, computer games, and music which as a whole helped tarnish blackness culture and simultaneously rid any credibility from a once respectable music genre. Just thinking back at his career is a nightmare in itself, filled with cheesy "Gangsta" lyrics juxtaposed with Justin Timberlake collabos. Recalling the appalling "G-One thousand-K-One thousand-U-niiiiit" call and that terrible "go shorty, it'due south your birthday" line is enough to induce sweating and palpations. Shit, I might just pinch myself correct now to get out of this noughties flashback.

On the Deluxe Edition of the album, "Animal Ambition" contains 3 Bonus Tracks just in example you desire to prolong the throwback desperation. Offset up, there is the super-dull "The Funeral" which may besides not have been recorded. This is followed by "You Know" which sounds like an sixteen-bit console being flung through a sell-out convention. And finally "Flip On You", which at least features Schoolboy Q delivering a slightly modernistic flow. But with the chipmunk sounding vocal sample constantly playing in the dorsum and the bog-standard 50 Cent rap; this track closes an anthology which is so bad; it makes y'all wonder if everybody involved was deafened. And if y'all do have a hearing problem or simply dearest wack irrelevant rappers, lame lyrics, and lame product; worry non, for "Street King Immortal" (50'due south next album) is coming soon.

50 Cent's appetite to be an animal has come true for him, I guess… Although, with this Mickey Mouse album, he's more of a Disney animal.

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