Double Up. Double, double, up. So it's been about a week, and if anything, Kelly's new album has sent me back, deep into his catalogue. Shit, as I write this I'm bumping TP-2.Com, and an hour or so ago I pressed play on If I Could Turn Back The Hands Of Time, off his R. album which was in constant rotation all weekend.
As for Double Up? Yeah, I'm feeling it, but I have a confession to make, after my first initial run through I now find myself starting the disc at track 5, Leave Your Name. It's the first slow jam following three or four "club tracks" that do nothing for me. They sound tired, uninspired, and clunky, but when Kells jumps into slow lovah man mode, and you hear his signature water drop sound in the background, I listen up, cause that is when the man shines.
And it's when listening to his slow burning tracks that you realize why black folk are so quick to forget about the man's life outside of the studio: cause he keeps it real and rarely, if ever, censors himself. As long as he keeps churning out "ghetto operas" that deal with niggas on the DL, holding glocks, and infidelity, and further popularizes urban slang like going half on a baby, all while two stepping, R.Kelly will stay on top and keep people interested everytime he sings on a hook, or drops a new album.
Just listen to this track below and tell me it's nothing short of genuis. It's real, it's raw, it's hillarious, and somehow it's not an interlude, but a genuine track proving once again, that Kells, yeah...he's just like us.
Can't wait for that new Trapped in the closet this summer!
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