Album Review: Soulja Boy "The DeAndre Way"

Album Review: Soulja Boy  The DeAndre Way

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Wait. Who is Soulja Boy again? Believe it or not, this two hit wonder (Crank Dat, Kiss Me Thru The Phone) released his third studio album, The DeAndre Way, this week. The 20-year-old (DeAndre Way) has declared he is back with a more mature, personal style and that this will be the ultimate success of his career. With continuous ridicule from just about everyone in the music industry, his statement couldn’t be any farther from the truth.

This catastrophe begins with ‘First Day Of School’, where you hear the illiterate mumbles of how much better Way dresses than his peers. Next, we experience the lack of substance that is ‘Touchdown’. Since when did this football score equal 12 points? And since when did carrying “2 pistols” on you catch a high school girl’s attention in a good way?

Way’s elementary lyrical inability spills out onto the pathetic love making track, ‘Hey Cutie’. Though Trey Songz makes an effort to salvage this song, it still resembles a horrible Pretty Ricky karaoke interpretation.

‘Speakers Going Hammer’ is yet another song in which an artist flaunts the bump in his trunk. This track is impressive in comparison to his typical sound – which means nothing. With lyrics like, “Yea, they bought this album but they want their money back” you are prone to think that Way was conscious of this potential flop.

The summer single ‘Pretty Boy Swag’ thumps a three-note instrumental and has you screaming for Way to grab his inhaler to resolve the asthmatic tone.

A line is seriously crossed with ’30 Thousand 100 Million’, a track that is flooded with the excessive description of Way’s private parts while bragging about his wealth. Disgusting.

Even collaboration with 50 Cent could not turn this disaster around. ‘Mean Mug’ is about shooting up someone in the club that looks at him wrong. This track proposes the question of how far will this G-Unit member fall in his career.

‘Blowing Me Kisses’ takes note from every overplayed radio song of the past and present. The album ends with Way demanding a ‘Grammy’, claiming he is more than entitled to it.

Interscope Records,

Please let Soulja Boy go before he wastes even more of your money. It should not be too difficult. With his schoolboy mentality, comparing his three albums to a game of baseball at recess should suffice. Three strikes and you’re out.

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