A lot is often said about Mr. Shawn Carter. Diehards sometimes believe that the Jiggaman has strayed too far from his roots in music, incorporating TOO many D'evils into his image. Reckless money boasting and pseudo-drug dealing aside, a lot more needs to be said about JAY (no hyphen) Z. His street dealer turned corporate virtuoso story has been the soundtrack to many lives, as hustlers of all kinds try to emulate what Jay has brought to the table. Mr. Carter, in fact, has never changed his style or subject matter; often repetitive flows and the same blah litters many of his records.
But what can not be denied about Jay is his charm and determination. He effortlessly makes moves that excel him forward as opposed to just about every other member of the demised Roc-A-Fella camp. Magna Carta Holy Grail is no different. Jay manages to remain his same old self and put out another album that is far from horrible. On top of that, he drops this video in which he invites dignitaries from the art, film, performance, and music worlds to view his latest masterpiece; himself! If that's not some cool shit, I don't know what is.
But what can not be denied about Jay is his charm and determination. He effortlessly makes moves that excel him forward as opposed to just about every other member of the demised Roc-A-Fella camp. Magna Carta Holy Grail is no different. Jay manages to remain his same old self and put out another album that is far from horrible. On top of that, he drops this video in which he invites dignitaries from the art, film, performance, and music worlds to view his latest masterpiece; himself! If that's not some cool shit, I don't know what is.