50 Cent Before I Self Destruct Album Review

50 Cent Before I Self Destruct Album Review
The pressure is on 50 Cent. After losing a very public sales battle with Kanye West, he has promised that Before I Self Destruct, his fourth studio album, will revolutionize hip-hop, it will be the culminating statement of the first phase of his music career, and that it is a companion piece to his first feature directing effort. 50 Cent has described Before I Self Destruct as darker and more aggressive, with fewer guest appearances and a concept that will set the next phase of his musical career. Get Up, the first single from the album, was produced by Scott Storch.
Since releasing 2007s depressingly middling Curtis, 50 Cent has kept comparatively quiet. The mindless feuds with Fat Joe and Rick Ross garnered media attention, but otherwise 50 has been blessedly regulated to the shadows, the result of a weary and jaded record-buying public. His once-intriguing persona -- the suave and articulate yet vehement pop-rap titan whose music is defined by an isolative, disgusted nihilism but who has enough showbiz-ready charisma to wow Vivica A. Fox and the editors at GQ -- lost its luster a half-decade ago, and the occasional glimmer of apprehension is the only remotely interesting thing about 50s recent activities. He realizes that in this age of slogging unemployment rates and rampant foreclosures, the world isnt willing to purchase millions of copies of a stale product regardless of how much pot-stirring controversy is involved, and hes visibly concerned: On the slow, somber track Flight 187, he takes aim at everyone from in-house producer Dr. Dre to the mother of his son, struggling to make sense of his turbulent life and demonstrating both irrational bluster and sorrow in the process.
At times on Before I Self-Destruct, 50s desperation is palpable. He samples I Get Money on the glitzy ballad Baby By Me in a feeble attempt to recapture the energy of his last truly well-received piece of work. And on the halting So Disrespectful, he mocks familiar targets such as the Game and Young Buck. Although the exercise is bolder than most of Curtis (a record that came loaded with passionless bravado and monotonous, leaden taunts at anonymous foes), it fails to reach the ferociously exciting highs of classic diss tracks like Wanksta and Back Down. Smug, self-amused malice has been 50s niche since How to Rob, but youd hope that he would have outgrown such a facade by now, as a 34-year-old man more than a decade into his career.
Otherwise, 50 is still irrefutably 50: emptily romantic, ill-tempered, spiteful, and consumed by the idea of striking back at whomever might be his nemesis this week. (Jay-Z? Lil Wayne? An army of YouTube commenters? Bette Midler?) He has an undeniable charm and often exhibits a relaxed sense of humor in interviews, but he rarely employs it on record; instead, he raps like a black, burly Ebenezer Scrooge, grumbling and plotting revenge amidst the hollow seclusion of his Connecticut estate. If the woes of ghetto life hardened 50, wealth and clout havent helped. The hecklers continue to grow louder, and the supporters continue to decrease. Even those close to him are sources of infuriation; 50 makes ex-girlfriend Shaniqua Tompkins the focal point of his bile on the swanky number Do You Think About Me, pleading with her to simply accept his child support and leave him alone. This coldly reclusive attitude manifests itself in more than just the lyrical content: Tellingly, the only other rapper who appears over the course of Before I Self-Destructs 16 tracks is Eminem. Whereas Gucci Mane and Kanye West expanded their repertoires this year by collaborating with dozens of acts, 50s villainous nature has rendered him a hermit, one that every pop figure makes a clear effort to avoid.
Still, the pessimism that hangs over Before I Self-Destruct is made a little less noticeable by the newfound enthusiasm with which 50 sometimes rhymes. He still has his moments of squirm-inducing lethargy, but the album features some of the more adept, dynamic flows 50 has waxed in years, particularly on Crime Wave and unadorned boom-bap single Stretch, the latter of which finds him engaging in Jadakiss-esque Pyrex-talk (fitting, since his hoarse vocals on the track bare a strong resemblance to those of Jada). Most impressively, he exudes confidence even in the presence of mainstream raps most colossal talent. Eminems recent Alfred Hitchcock phase might be carefully calculated -- the masses are enticed by spooky psychodrama, and one of Ems greatest strengths is his mass appeal -- but hes an intensely skilled rapper regardless of what hes talking about, something that his verse on Psycho beautifully exemplifies. Em weaves around the measured, pulsating bleeps with a flow so devastatingly complex that you hardly notice the hackneyed references to Mike Myers, Christopher Reeves, and NyQuil. And 50 follows suit, emulating Shadys slippery, multi-syllabic cadence.

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[killyv5645]

sound like a bitch stop hating the album was crack and the movie pussy

[hitcreatormusic]

shut the hell up fool. It's just my opinion. Get off 50 cent dick fag.

[GunBusta305]

U GIVE IT A 7? A GIVE U A PUNCH U FAGGOT

[hitcreatormusic]

50 cent is ok. Rap is dying fool. Dont you idiots see that. Sure go right ahead. Punch me through the computer screen wanna be gangsta.

[Mewael]

sorry bra but..u cant judge an album by jus previewing a 30 second sample of the song...I think the album is excellent..he is back...

[hitcreatormusic]

this album is ok to me. I can tell if I like something in 30 seconds. This is just my opinion. Hate or luv it

[likerollinstone]

how can u review an album without even buying it?

[AlexBoy123HBG]

@SavGeezy you clearly dont know what this shit bout, CURTIS WAS 50's weakest album

[MRTUPAC28]

HIP HOP IS DEAD!!!!!!!!!! 50, LIL WAYNE, RICK ROSS, PLIES, G UNIT, DIP SET ETC ALL SUCK ASS!!!!!! LISTEN TO SOME REAL HIP HOP YOU DUMB ASS NIGGAS!!!!!!!!!

[SavGeezy]

dat b4 i self distruct album was ASSS!!!!!!!! DAT WAS 50S WEAKEST CD HE EVER CAME OUT

[LetsDoSomeTRES]

wat up utoob

[christ66n]

@ronron291 you right nigga

[ronron291]

50 got rich and stop tryin

[jukeria]

everybody has those days when albums do bad 50 gonna come back hard

[DJglasgowSon]

keep tellin' it like it is hitcreatormusic. 50 came to the game vicious, and then started singing about candy shops... what a bitch. i wish that tenth shot would come, sick of seeing that fag everywhere. overrated as shit. he can take his vitamin water and shove it right up his gay ass.