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SOTD: Monster

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Kanye’s 2010 release of My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy is not an album music fans forgot since. Arguably, the album could be considered his best work to date, with the proper support; however, I think at this point you could essentially say that about any of his albums. His stuff is just that good.

Though all the songs are great in their own right, the real standout track is Monster. The track is stacked heavy with Bon Iver, Rick Ross, Kanye, of course, Jay-Z, and Nicki Minaj. The whole 6 minutes or so of the track is crazy, seriously, the name suits the song very well. And whose verse is the best out of all these features? Is it Kanye’s? No. 

Kanye has even said that he didn’t know if he wanted to even feature Nicki’s verse in Monster because the verse was so good. He didn’t want her verse better than his, but it’d be more of a disservice to hide such a great verse. I love that. Her verse is insane.

"Monster", a product of Kanye West's mysterious Hawaii studio-retreat, is the weirdest A-list event-rap posse cut in recent memory. There's so much going on here! Kanye says, "put the pussy in a sarcophagus". Jay-Z, in a vaguely embarrassing senior moment, rattles off a laundry list of movie monsters before admitting real hurt feelings at former associates talking down on his name and claiming that his achilles heel is-- and I'm quoting here-- "loooooove!" Rick Ross drops by to say hi, keeping his appearance so brief that I can't help but wonder what he's even doing here. Justin Vernon inexplicably bookends the thing, pushing his falsetto into Antony range on the outro and muttering befuddling lyrics that have nothing to do with the rest of the song. All this over the straight-up funkiest beat Kanye West has made in years, a rippling electro push-pull that adds an effortless strut to his recent progged-out chilliness.
But all that other stuff fades into the background when Nicki Minaj shows up. Nicki's been a magnetic, polarizing, scene-stealing figure for something like a year, but her masterfully manic verse here feels like the moment where she becomes a full-on star, an undeniable force in rap. She's a whirlwind of energy, showing her full repertoire of nutso voices and kicking the living fuck out of the beat, sounding like she's having an absolute blast the whole time: "Yeah, I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka! You could be the king but watch the queen conquer!" Kanye knows just how to treat a tour de force like this, dropping the beat out at the exact right moments, adding pinging echoes on the "pink wig, thick ass" part, letting everything stop for the eardrum-shattering scream she ends with. Nicki swallows the track whole. More like this, please (Pitchfork).

I remember seeing a crazy video for this track but can't now find it. Anyways, peep the lyrics below.

[Intro: Bon Iver]
I shoot the lights out
Hide 'til it's bright out
Oh, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?


[Intro Verse: Rick Ross]
Bitch, I'm a monster, no-good blood-sucker
Fat motherfucker, now look who's in trouble

As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles
Kanye West samples, here's one for example

[Hook: Kanye West]
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands


[Verse 1: Kanye West]
The best living or dead hands down, huh
Less talk, more head right now, huh

And my eyes more red than the devil is
And I'm 'bout to take it to another level, bitch

No matter who you go and get, ain't nobody cold as this
Do the rap and the track, triple double, no assists
And my only focus is staying on some bogus shit
Arguing with my older bitch, acting like I owe her shit

I heard that people sing raps to give the track pain
Bought the chain that always give me back pain
Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane

Chi nigga but these hoes love my accent
Chick came up to me and said, "This the number to dial
If you wanna make your number one your number two now"

Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it "Malibooyah"
Goddamn, Yeezy, how he hit 'em with a new style?

Know that motherfucker well: "What you gonna do now?"
Whatever I want to do, gosh! It's cool now
Know I'm gonna do, ah, it's the new now
Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out

'Cause you'll never get on top of this
So mommy, best advice is just to get on top of this
Have you ever had sex with a pharaoh?
Ahh, put the pussy in a sarcophagus

Now she claiming that I bruised her esophagus
Head of the class and she just won a swallowship
I'm living in the future so the present is my past
My presence is a present, kiss my ass
 
[Hook: Kanye West]
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands


[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Loch Ness
Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
Question: What do these things all have in common?
Everybody knows I'm a motherfucking monster

Conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
Nonsense, none of you niggas know where the swamp is
None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen
I still hear fiends scream in my dreams

Murder, murder in black convertibles, I
Kill the block, I murder the avenues,
 I
Rape and pillage your village, women and children
Everybody want to know what my Achilles' heel is
Love, I don't get enough of it

All I get is these vampires and blood-suckers
All I see is these niggas I made millionaires
Milling about, spilling they feelings in the air

All I see is these fake fucks with no fangs
Tryna draw blood from my ice-cold veins

I smell a massacre
Seems to be the only way to back you bastards up
 
[Hook: Kanye West]
Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert

Profit, profit, nigga, I got it
Everybody know I'm a motherfucking monster
I'ma need to see your fucking hands at the concert
I'ma need to see your fucking hands


[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah I'm in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king but watch the queen conquer
Okay, first things first, I'll eat your brains
Then I'ma start rocking gold teeth and fangs
'Cause that's what a motherfucking monster do

Hair dresser from Milan, that's the monster 'do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that's the monster shoe

Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And I'm all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't

So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?
But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
50K for a verse, no album out
Yeah, my money's so tall that my Barbies got to climb it

Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, "Dutty Wine" it, wylin'
Nicki on them titties when I sign it
That's how these niggas so one-track-minded

But really, really I don't give a F-U-C-K
"Forget Barbie, fuck Nicki 'cause she's fake"
"She on a diet," but my pockets eating cheesecake

And I'll say, bride of Chucky, it's Child's Play
Just killed another career, it's a mild day

Besides, 'Ye, they can't stand besides me
I think me, you, and Am should ménage Friday

Pink wig, thick ass, give 'em whiplash
I think big, get cash, make 'em blink fast
Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
Aaaah, I'm a motherfucking monster!
[Outro: Bon Iver]
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide

And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide

And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home
I, I crossed the limelight
And I'll, I'll let God decide

And I, I wouldn't last these shows
So I, I am headed home

What’s your favorite MBDTF track? I don’t know if mine is Monster. Mine is probably Runaway or Devil In A New Dress

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