1. Where The Boys Go – The Rolling Stones – My friend, rock writer Rob O’Connor, swears by Emotional Rescue, and at least here his claim that the album belongs to the rhythm section makes sense – A-
2. Chloe (You’re The One That I Want) – Emblem3 – X Factor fourth place finalists in 2012, release a very catchy pop song and I wouldn’t mind seeing it on the charts – B+
3. Silver – Kevin Mathews – Rocky rhythm behind a very good singer songwriter, lyric could be better -B+
4. Hollow Hearts Unite – Hawthorne Heights – Emo pop song off rock opera – B+
5. Volver A Comenzar – Marc Anthony – Starts off like a power ballad but becomes a salsa dance track – A
6. Irreplaceable – Beyonce – Her masterpiece – A
7. 1Plus1 – Beyonce – Her other masterpiece -ps neither of these are dance tracks – A
8. Madeleine – Backstreet Boys – Take That would have played this folkie boy band pop song – B+
9. Cruisin’ – D’Angelo – Can’t believe he cancelled his Williamsburg Park gig… – A
10. New Slaves – Kanye West – Yeezus claimed his second verse was the best rap verse ever… you decide – A
I throw these Maybach keys
I wear my heart on the sleeve
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I see the blood on the leaves
I know that we the new slaves
I see the blood on the leaves
They throwin’ hate at me
Want me to stay at ease
Fuck you and your corporation
Y’all niggas can’t control me
I know that we the new slaves
I know that we the new slaves
I’m ’bout to wild the fuck out
I’m going Bobby Boucher
I know that pussy ain’t free
You niggas pussy, ain’t me
Y’all throwin’ contracts at me
You know that niggas can’t read
Throw ’em some Maybach keys
Fuck it, c’est la vie
I know that we the new slaves
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with me
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
Y’all niggas can’t fuck with Ye
I’ll move my family out the country
So you can’t see where I stay
So go and grab the reporters
So I can smash their recorders
See they’ll confuse us with some bullshit
Like the New World Order
Meanwhile the DEA
Teamed up with the CCA
They tryna lock niggas up
They tryna make new slaves
See that’s that privately owned prison
Get your piece today
They prolly all in the Hamptons
Bragging ’bout what they made
Fuck you and your Hampton house
I’ll fuck your Hampton spouse
Came on her Hampton blouse
And in her Hampton mouth
Y’all ’bout to turn shit up
I’m ’bout to tear shit down
I’m ’bout to air shit out
Now what the fuck they gon’ say now?