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Where The Hell Is “Detox?”

Being an East Coast-loving anomaly currently situated in one of the more depressing parts of the Left Coast, I don’t exactly have a taste for a lot of West Coast rap, save for the random misogyny-fest that is “Ain’t No Fun” and a few other instances. Now that I think about it, my appreciation for New York – the multicultural aspects which happens to bleed into their hip-hop at times, not its current generation of blackface-ridden shitbag representatives, mind you – is primarily responsible for my innate disdain for most of the hip-hop from my state.

It also doesn’t help that most of the trash that spews from here remind me of this guy, but whatever.

In any case, a major rule in West Coast hip-hop is that if you were born and raised here like I was, it’s a must that you love the soundscapes of Dr. Dre, which is understandable since he is one of – if not the – greatest hip-hop producers of all time [1]. At the same time, part of the reason I think the West Coast holds him in such a high regard is due to the fact that he’s responsible – directly or otherwise – for how its hip-hop scene sounds to this day. Think about it: virtually every major act from here can be Kevin Baconed back to a guy who used to run around in a sequin bodysuit, from current comedy cooner Ice Cube all the way down to someone as craptastic as Lil’ 1/2 Dead. In a sense, you can blame Dr. Dre for allowing a ganja moolie like Tony Yayo to violate our eardrums, but I digress.

It’s that same blind dedication to Dre why people are still gassed for Detox, despite the fact it’s been pushed back for almost than nine years now, while many of the tracks slated to be on the album were instead passed off to other artists. I’d probably be excited for the shit, too had Dre not essentially relinquished control of his own label to Curtsy. It was mentioned on this section before that Dre has been reduced to nothing more than a beatmaking yes man for Fiddy, and after seeing how he poorly handled that situation with Game, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was under Young Hot Rod at this point. Pause.


If Dr. Dre were any old shitty producer like, say, Scott “What, Me Worry?” Storch, I’m pretty sure nobody would care for some long-delayed LP by some over-40 simp. But because he’s basically the only thing the West has going for them since hyphy was proven to be nothing more than a bunch of jackasses dancing on the hood of their cars and whatnot, the Left Coast will stay on his bozack, waiting for this non-existential shit to finally come out. And hopefully by the time it does, I’ll be in the Big Apple far, far away from that bullshit.

[1] Yep, even more than Primo. And Primo is a god to me. No Boosie and Webbie mmm-mmm kissing.

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