He may be having the worst week ever, but his catalogue is nastier than the Swine Flu. More after the jump.
Previously: Hip-Hop Confessions: A Children’s Story
I planned on getting this off my chest before Kelis’ Dear John bomb on Thursday. Oddly enough, the week prior, I revisited Nas’ most chastised work, Nastradamus. And since its release nearly 10 years ago, I’ve heard folks [and bandwagonners alike] tout this as “one of the worst albums ever.” Pssh, hogwash. I often get crucified for this, but I actually dig Nastradamus. In fact, compared to his other blemishes like Hip-Hop Is Dead and Streets Disciple, I’d call this here a gem.
Never mind Jigga’s jab, but “You Owe Me” was dope and so was the title track, “Nastradamus” (I’m still waiting for that 3-D video, Nasir!) “Last Words”, “New World”, and “Big Girl” were equally as ill. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t even think Nas himself, could recreate anything as soulful as “Project Window.” I know I’m not the only one who thought it hilarious when Orielly-O’really tried to use “Shoot Em Up” as a means of etherin’ Nauze for performing at Virginia Tech in 2007.
Sure Nastradamus is far from flawless, (“Family” and “Some Of Us Have Angles”, anyone?) but I think it’s about time we get off Nas’ back. Considering the amount of coasters that’ve dropped since ’99 who could’ve foreseen today’s “Outcome?”