Concernedly Yours

Dear rap music,

Please start releasing full albums. Please stop leaking one track at a time off your record over the course of like two years, as you are dickishly doing, Big Boi. PR people, do not send me a five-track sampler. That will only make me sick of the five best tracks. Just put out the fucking record. I don’t care about the label, Big Boi. Leak the whole goddamn record, man. This decidedly does not mean that I will buy it upon its release; we are not bargaining. I am looking out for you. And this is not a plea for “cohesive albums.” I do not care about “cohesive albums.” Give me six hot tracks and a bunch of filler if you’ve gotta (I see you, Cam’ron!). This may mean some of you have to stop beefing with your labels, a habit which I think is as deeply embedded within the hip-hop mythos these days as, like, fucking. But squash the beef, guys. Let’s get those records out.

I’m talking to you, Big Boi. Put out your fucking record. Leak it. Your shit is hemorrhaging relevance.

Concernedly yours,