Lil Wayne isn't necessarily the greatest rapper
alive, but he's definitely the most inconsistent. Depending on the verse and
the song, he can sound like a track-devouring force of nature or a stoned
amateur fumbling his way through the English language. Both Waynes show up
throughout his feverishly anticipated new album, Tha Carter III. On the epic "Mr. Carter," Wayne smartly co-opts one of the only rappers who can match his sales, by tapping guest wordsmith Jay-Z for a hyper-soulful anthem that builds and builds to a devastating crescendo involving a choir and ecstatic handclaps. Just when it sounds like Wayne's on the verge of justifying
his outsized swagger, he follows it with "A Milli," a maddeningly repetitive
headache in hip-hop form that's downright unlistenable. Wayne's lyrics are all
over the place, but there's a palpable sense of joy to his delivery that's
infectious.
A deep vein of theatrical craziness courses
through Tha Carter III. There's a lot of Jay-Z in his flow, but there's also a lot
of Ol' Dirty Bastard. Wayne raps about being a Martian, jacks a catchphrase
from E.T. on
"Phone Home," gives new meaning to the phrase "Fuck The Police" on the
Prince-style sex fantasy "Mrs. Officer," pretends that he's a doctor on "Dr.
Carter," and ends what's sure to be one of the biggest albums of the year by
sampling Nina Simone on a nearly 10-minute-long song that devolves into a
stoned rumination on politics, drugs, and double standards. And it's addressed
partially to Al Sharpton. Even by hip-hop's loopy standards, Wayne is a bizarre
mega-star. Even when shamelessly exploiting the current craze for vocoder-style
voice modulation on "Lollipop," he radiates a distinctly personal kink. He's
the man of the moment, but the disc's best moments strive for timelessness and
attain it.
