Over the course of the past three years, Logic has become a bigger rapper than most would have ever imagined. He’s always been a gifted rapper, especially when it comes to flow and durability, but he’s never really said that much, and up until recently, had very little mainstream attention. This all changed with his song “1-800-273-8255,” a No. 1 hit that helped raise awareness for the suicide prevention hotline.
Like all things with Logic however, he turns around from potentially saying anything with greater substance or purpose behind it, and releases a crude and braggadocios follow-up to his Bobby Tarantino mixtape. It’s why I’ve always said that Logic means well but never delivers. Even the “1-800-273-8255” chorus wasn’t without its cheesy and tone-deaf ad-lib’s asking “who can relate? woo!” It was clear that someone was still having too much fun on a song that was meant to raise suicide prevention.
I couldn’t help but laugh every time I heard “who can relate? woo!” follow him singing “I just wanna die,” and honestly it ruined the whole song for me entirely. So much so, that headlines such as CNN‘s “Calls to Suicide Prevention Hotline Spike After VMA Performance” and HuffingtonPost‘s “Calls To National Suicide Prevention Line Tripled After Logic’s Grammy Performance,” almost seemed to mock the singer as much as I was. Not to knock what he did and those he helped, but it’s not like suicide prevention is that hard of a cause to get behind.
To turn around and release a mixtape opened by Adult Swim’s Rick & Morty and spit the most boring lines such as “Hit the studio, record the shit, then mix the shit, then master it/And then we do the show and they recite that,” one has to question what Logic really wants. Sure, Bobby Tarantino II went to No. 1, but so did XXXTentacion’s ?, so the bar for who and what can reach No. 1 isn’t set too high.
Logic might be much better at brag rap than his preachy rap, but his cockiness seems to always get in the way. On one track he boasts “I treated everybody with respect and now I’m rich (woo!),” (his favorite interjection), and later “I’m so alive, leave that pussy crucified,” a sentence one would never expect to follow a song like “1-800-273-8255.” People forget that on the same album as his suicide prevention anthem, Juicy J screams “Kill yo’ mothafuckin self, nigga/And tell yo’ bitch I said slob on my knob” on the track “Inkblots.”
It’s this never ending and seemingly money grabbing contradiction that always leads me to believe that Logic means well, but can never deliver. It’s like Joel Osteen and Steve Harvey at a self-help seminar preaching to a stadium of children that everything is fine in the world and performing some similar-minded idealist’s version of hip-hop. As he dabbles in every avenue to see what works best, hopefully when he decides who he wants to be as an artist, the contradictions and “woo!’s” in what should be a deeper message fizzle out. That, or Logic will.
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