Music Review | Rick Ross: Black Market
Bigoa Machar, Arts Editor
Even before listening to this album, I knew exactly what I was going to listen to. For years, Rick Ross has been rapping about the exact same thing to the exact same beats. Have a few songs about drugs and cars here and there, have a romantic song with a famous R&B singer and sprinkle in some more nonsense and BOOM, there’s your Rick Ross album. Ross’ recycled flow on all of his songs has grown expired and I really don’t care for it as much as I used to. While the beats do sound quite nice while working out due to the heavy bass slappers, the lyrical content on this album is just so garbage it hurts. The album is extremely hollow with no replay value, hence the bad grade.