The tiring show continues VULTURES 2which seems to exist because the powers that be don't want Ye to win, man. This is the full album track: I survived the cancellation culture, a conspiracy that Ye's noxious, never-ending presence in the limelight belies. The mocking sentiment underscores the album's consistent lack of purpose. Although the beats are strong and rich, and although guests like Lil Wayne, Lil Durk and Don Toliver swing with energy, there's no vision or direction that ties all the moving parts together. “Dead” sways awkwardly from pounding drums and an energetic future verse to warped and stupid Ye lines. “Twenty is the new 30, but you're still 30,” raps the 47-year-old. “River” opens with fun and funny Young Thug flexes (“Like a dirty butt, I get cheese”) and then turns into vague prayers from Ye. “Too much hate and not enough love/Free Larry, free young thug,” he croons mechanically.
Elsewhere, he wastes the angsty R&B loop of 'Marvins Room' ripoff '530', tripping over the final and obviously unfinished verse with, you guessed it, some scoop-diddy-whoops. Tellingly, the misogynistic slurs are the clearest lines: “Don't sa-fah-na-da, I'm new to it/Da-da, na-dana, I'm going with it/Pa-da-la , fa-na-dan , don't think that/I can't fa-fa-na-da for you fake bitch/You don't really love Ye, go listen to Drake, bitch.” Male complaint and bravado are the only things holding his collab together Ye and Ty Dolla.
VULTURES 2 it is even worse in construction and execution than its predecessor. This is frat rap for bitter dads and would-be traditional husbands – kings, I guess. Andrew Tate probably loves it. Not sure how anyone else could. No adrenaline, dopamine or gore on this wax of an album. Despite frequent approaches to pomp, pageantry and machismo, these songs are loose and flabby. No one seems to have wondered why anyone would want to play these songs beyond the names attached to them, or to try to make them more than sound commerce. You really need to miss the Gap.
