I may have found my gateway album to Rap. I thought maybe it was going to be Deltron 3030 a few years ago, but that didn’t really take. With Vic Mensa’s The Autobiography, though, I feel like maybe I’ve got an in. Maybe it’s the confessional nature of many of the tracks -- or maybe I’m just finally ready. All I know is I had no trouble getting through this album and even started it over soon after I first finished it.
Suggested Use: Got something to confess? Let this album get you primed. Sure, sometimes Mensa postures pretty hard, but he’s kind of earned it and is more than equally vulnerable and transparent throughout the other parts of the album. Let Vic show you the way. And to get the confessing started, I have to say in response to that lyric from “Memories on 47th St.”
“fell over 30 feet / The doctor said I should be dead, still alive and still ain't scared,”
I’m still alive but I sure am scared. Maybe Vic can help show me the way.