It's the return of the column that loves hot takes like the fat Tuesday kid loves cake:
April 12th 2005: the day Rakim awoke to find that the Paid In Full remix beat was no longer his property because Z-Ro had stolen its soul and was now the rightful owner.
With the possible exception of Trophies, Sicko Mobb completely exhausted themselves of melodies, ideas, and songs in 2013. Time to stop pretending otherwise, folks.
The only of their collaborations Nas ever rapped circles around AZ on was How Ya Livin', but boy-oh-boy did he ever body AZ on his own shit there: "Excuse me is that your bitch in my six, turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits? On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted, but don't get it confused over this rap shit.."
On one hand, a bunch of songs from Drake's recent albumixtape thing all hittin' radio at once was a new layer of Hell to endure. On the other hand, at least they instantly eradicated Abu Hamface O'Brien's appalling song with Audrey from all rap radio playlists.
Top 3 greatest trifectas of songs on rap albums: Follow The Leader, Microphone Fiend, and Lyrics Of Fury by Eric B. & Rakim; Kingofdasouth, Be Better Than Me, and Long Live Da Game by T.I.; Doomsday, Rhymes Like Dimes, and The Finest by MF DOOM.
Aside from 2 or 3 exceptions, The Barter VI is an collection of album-cuts which weren't good enough to make Young Thug's proper album. And that's fine as long as people don't front like it's a Grand Artistic Statement™ when it's little more than a glorified version of The Leak.
2015: the year Yung Gleesh apologists officially replaced South Park Mexican truthers as rap's most despicable fan base.