CHAPTER 13: 'FADED / SHARE / B!#CH IS CRAZY'

(Originally Published Monday December 22, 2014)

Taking a look back, one of the things I admired about Drake’s writing style was the sequence of his specific rhyme structure from one line to another. From Video Girl and Going In For Life to Closer, Drake is a master at keeping up rhyme schemes—especially in an AB and ABC format.

I was reminded of a consistent AB formation in “Going In For Life” when Drake says: “She used to be a Christian before/now all she wanna do is shop for Christian Dior clothes/like baby those are cute, I adore those/me and the salesman build a rapport so he understands the fact that I’m spending offshore dough!” or in Closer when he says: “When you hollering at labels and they silencing you back/’cause you failed to thoroughly discuss some violence in your track…” The first and second words underlined show the A-B format where, in each line, all of the A’s rhyme, grouping together, and all of B’s rhyme in the same way. This can often be subjected to one stanza alone before becoming a new group of lines that follow a new A-B pattern (which would then become a C-D pattern within the same song—or possibly a “C-B” if your nasty :P) or it can be spread through several stanza’s to become a whole verse or the even the entire song! Then, with the ABC format, some of my favourite lines like, “You tell your parents that it’s cash at an easy pace/your dad’s screaming ‘Get your ass out of Jeezy face!” from the song Video Girl, or, again, in Closer when he says: “Ex-girl stripping,I can’t stop her/new girl tripping, but I can’t drop her/” show how Drake can not only use these formats and tie them into the same subject, he keeps it consistent to the theme and that is what I like best. Any rapper or poet or artist can use the typical format where all the words at the end of a sentence rhyme, and sure, it gets a little more interesting if you can rhyme the last TWO words, but when you make several words in a sentence rhyme and systematically, word-for-word throughout multiple lines? Well, then, you get noticed—if by no one but me—and you deserve a second look, and possibly a kudos, because that is atypical. Sure anyone can “do it,” but for it to come naturally is one of the beauties of life. (Ha-ha with the italics!)

But, I’m rambling; so, now that I’ve said all of that, I may as well throw in three feel good songs from off of Comeback Season that won’t take up much more of your time. One is funny, the other is a blast we can all relate to and the remaining song is meant to shine some light. Take your pick on how you see it, but each one is a story becoming a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious – albeit short – song in it own right. Enjoy, and see you Thursday!

DRAKE- FADED          

DRAKE - SHARE          

        

DRAKE - B!#CH IS CRAZY

         

Chapter 13: Faded enough to Share that this B!#ch is Crazy! 
Written By: Jae Antoinette

DAUNTE:

Man, this bitch is crazy if she thinks I’m ever going to call her ass back! Who, her? No fucking way. I’d sooner run the risk of being hit by a locomotive before I ever do that shit again—ever! Not me. That bitch can bounce back to whatever she’s been hopping on with all that mess because I – Daunte Lancaster-McCaul – do not have time for shit like that. No sir-ee. That wench underestimated who I was and chose to fuck it all up, and if I wasn’t so faded right now—and my brother didn’t have my phone—I would speed dial that bitch right now and tell her what I think! Like how cheap and sleazy she played herself, and how—if her other nigga was smart—he’d hightail his scheming ass out of there before she has the chance to fuck him over too! But they might be “in love,” pardon my French, so it might be all happiness and rainbows for them, which is fine by me. People like that deserve each other, so if they want to build a foundation on tainted ground that’s their business! I’ll just duck out the same way I came in and do me something better. Fuckers.

My brothers are laughing at me. Usually I don’t share these types of feelings with them unless they push, but right now the liquor is flowing through me at an incredible rate and my tongue is flapping loose all the emotions I’ve had bottled inside for the past couple of months.

My brothers respect my outlook on life, but wish I wouldn’t be so controlled and tranquil all the time. In a situation such as this, they’d wish I would’ve be more immoral and literally gotten my hands dirty that night as retribution; but that isn’t me. I would never hurt a woman, let alone hit one, so instead, I’ve allowed my brothers to get me piss-drunk—or a close version of it anyway—and now we’re having a guys night out. For some reason, I don’t really feel like wallowing. Yeah, I’m disappointed and mad and I want to get some aggression out, but I’m more of a positive-vibe guy, and, even though I’ve been hurt by someone who did me wrong, I can’t help but feel like something meaningful is around the corner …

TO BE CONTINUED …