by Marcus K. Dowling
“You’re getting a lil’ sloppy with your cockiness ain’t ya?
A little arrogant with all your comparisons…”
Personally, I believe that the better route would have been for Wale to silently accept his fate, then show and prove to Complex Magazine why he should be considered and emcee with one of the best 50 albums of the year. However, in “turning up” on the phone like a second-rate Kanye West (meaning without the gratuitous fashion and one-percenter cultural allusions) Wale saw himself as being more than what he is, and likely did himself more harm than good as a rising rap star. What is Wale, then? As much as he would probably bristle at the notion, he’s a rapper from the unproven, non-industry city of Washington, DC, arguably using cheap pandering and gimmicks to “get on” as a pop star. In what could be seen as one of the first public displays of his honest soul in quite some time being an ad hominem attack of a Complex Magazine writer, he failed at becoming greater than what he may actually only be, a clueless asshole from the DMV.