Rapper Curren$y acquits himself well on his major-label debut
The Stoned Immaculate (Warner)
The Stoned Immaculate gets off to a shaky start. After building up his reputation in the indie trenches through a number of increasingly successful mix tapes and albums, Curren$y opted to kick off his major-label debut—what could very well be his mainstream breakthrough—with a verse by Wale, who also sings the song’s hook, such as it is. Curren$y doesn’t show up until around the 2:15 mark of “What It Look Like”, by which point his appearance feels like a cameo on someone else’s record instead of vice-versa.
The fact is, there are simply too many featured guests on the album and not enough Curren$y, who only flies solo on three of the 13 tracks. Still, the New Orleans MC acquits himself well in the company of heavyweights like Wiz Khalifa and Big K.R.I.T., who turn up on “Jet Life”. Curren$y employs his mellow, but never lazy, drawl to illustrate the lifestyles of the sort-of rich and almost famous. His main concern seems to be protecting his newfound wealth (he must have been supplied with one hell of an advance from Warner) from gold-digging ’hos. He’s got his mind on his money and his money on his mind. You know how it is.
It’s not as if the man born Shante Anthony Franklin (but known to his fans as Spitta) doesn’t take any time to reflect on this state of affairs. On “Chasin’ Papers”, he even chastises himself—however briefly—for passing judgment on the materialistic ways of the aforementioned gold-diggers, noting that “we play the same games.” Later on, he tells his girl that, even though he’s out philandering, he always comes home to her. While he admits that this doesn’t let him off the hook, he suggests that she should be grateful because he’s not even getting up to half the shit he could be. All things in moderation, right?
Okay, so Curren$y’s not even close to being a gentleman (you wouldn’t want him dating your daughter), but the vacuous lifestyle he represents is no different from those espoused by anyone else in hip-hop. If his money doesn’t help him sleep at night, the copious amounts of weed it can buy him probably will. Spitta doesn’t have quite as sure a hand with a hook as his homeboy Khalifa—there’s nothing here on the level of “Black and Yellow” or “Roll Up”—but The Stoned Immaculate will sound good pumping out of car stereos this summer, and that counts for a lot.