I think I’m IRONSIDE, Brian Potter…

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Alfred Soto: On Ross’ own album “I’m Not a Star” was the ideal opening track: self-righteous, defensive, belligerent. Remade and remodeled, Ross and Wayne sound more like Gregory Hines and Billy Crystal than Dre and Snoop.
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Al Shipley: “I’m Not a Star” is one of maybe 3 Rick Ross songs I’ve ever genuinely liked, so I’m happy with the retread, but Wayne used to just throw this kind of thing on a mixtape, not release it as a single.
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Asher Steinberg: I can’t believe this is a single; it has no radio appeal that I can discern. Even rating it as an album track, though, this feels like a solid Rick Ross song with a phoned-in Wayne guest appearance; Ross raps for most of the song, or at least most of the non-forgettable parts. The beat’s a poor ripoff of the stuff Waka Flocka’s been rapping over.
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Anthony Easton: This song hates women. It’s also profoundly stupid, and obsessed with guns in that teenage-boy-worried-about-the-size-of-their-cock kind of way, but mostly this song hates women. That’s got to be said, before I ask the obvious question: can someone explain why Lil Wayne is beloved as a lyricist? Is it the abstractions — because they seem oblique instead of clever — or is it something that hip hop being a continual stumbling block prevents me from hearing? Because I found this genuinely unpleasant and ugly, and I am beginning to think that it’s my fault, that I don’t quite know what is going on.
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Josh Langhoff: The contents of their car: a chopper, bitches, a spare linen suit just in case, a shoebox full of money, delicious cakes, a Basquiat, a Theremin. Wayne sounded more menacing back when it was just a box of Band-Aids in the Escalade. Not coincidentally, the Band-Aids were also funnier.
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Ian Mathers: Yeah yeah yeah, he’s a Martian or whatever, but all that talk of not caring and not coming yet doesn’t read as arrogant disregard and virility/prowess so much as, you know, dysfunction and ennui. And if he doesn’t care, why should I about another five minutes of trying-way-too-hard wordplay? Someone get this guy a vacation.
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Jer Fairall: Bereft of his usual hilariously surrealistic wordplay, Wayne’s misogyny and boasting are simply ugly and tired, though not nearly as ugly and tired as the music backing him up on this surprisingly limp, joyless track. I was looking forward to Carter IV.
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