That elasticity is a big part of the reason Drake finds himself on top of the world this week upon the release of third LP Nothing Was The Same– as far as you can describe a headspace this bleak as “on top of the world.” The sing-songy Toronto rapper has proven he can do it all: from simp to pimp, from gentleman to jerk-off, from gracious mama’s boy to gratuitous party monster, all while slowly but surely nudging rap’s center toward his own burning core of solipsistic longing. His charms are hard to resist - a man of many talents, a man for all seasons, a man who chews up the entire hip-hop landscape and spits it back out in his own image - but after a while, if you’ve still got your bearings about you, you learn to keep your distance from the dude and just let him simmer. ![]() Immersing yourself in Drake’s catalog is more than a little like jumping into bed with the guy for one of those torrid affairs he likes to emote about in the endless tear-stained diary that is his discography.
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