False illusions of Hip-Hop tales with his under par third studio effort
To force his third album’s release, [a]Lupe Fiasco[/a] picketed the US office of his own personal Beelzebub, Atlantic Records. The label kept his creation hostage until he added a few hits to further line their pockets. That’s Lupe’s take, anyway.
The truth is they put this damp flannel to their ears and heard a lot of corny rhymes about virtuous living set to mass-produced R&B synth sounds. Save for the brief reprieves of the barbed, anti-everything [b]‘Words I Never Said’[/b] and the historical rewrite of [b]‘All Black Everything’[/b], [b]‘Lasers’[/b] walks a fine line between conscious hip-hop and sleepwalking.