Drake’s Iceman: Why It’s a Must-Listen

Artist: Drake

Features: 21 Savage, Future, Molly Santa

Hidden Features: Quavo(Migos)*

# Of Tracks: 18

Songs to play:

Make them cry
Dust
Whisper my name
Janice stfu
Ran to Atlanta
Shabang*
Make them pay
Burning bridges
National Treasures
B’s on the table
Plot twist
2 hard for the radio
Make them remember
Firm friends
Make them know

Review:
Drake has finally given us what we wanted since last year and boy does it deliver. Iceman gives us that classic Drake feel with some punches and stings towards his opposition, he does bring some friends with him with two of the Being familiar and a lot of them being new to the Drake effect. The album has great pacing going with 18 songs in this effort, starting it off he thanks his true Fans for waiting it out and those who left him over some overcooked steaks (Beef) are missing out and in the end, he does make Them know. Beat flips, soulful samples, and harmonies shine in this release. The production is top notch, and Drake delivers flows that remind you of his ability to spit bar for bar with your favorite artist. I can’t lie I am a huge drake fan, but I don’t care about Beef or this or that when it comes to quality music. Drake has been very consistent even if he has 1 or 2 tracks that make you second guess, he will come back with 5 more bangers. He does address the previous situation and how it affected him personally and in his music career. But does it feel like a victory lap or someone reminding you who he is and who some of you would not be without him. Compare him to old drake and some would say this isn’t great but compared to what else is out, this is far better than most of that. I’m happy to say have played this whole album front to back multiple times. It’s not a miss it’s another consistent drop from one arguably the world’s biggest. But with Some of those tracks having recycled flows, he even spits the same bar on two tracks it’s still playable and highly recommended.

Quotables’s:

“I put you niggas through the ringer, yeah

You gettin’ bodied by a singin”nigga, yeah…”

“Your baby mama ain’t even post your single, damn

Where she at? Yeah, where she at?

Your baby mama ain’t even post your single, yeah”

Swear my label gotta free me, baby

Blow on me just like some green tea, baby

Ay,ay

Ay, buried alive, someone come dig me up (yeah)

Thinkin’ of tryin’ me, do like Bryson, pussy-ass nigga, then don’t

Twistin’ that M and the O and the B

Twistin’ the O and the C and the T and the O and the B and the E and the R and the G and the A and the N and the G