
So there I am, 2,291 miles away from home, sitting in an office that I’ve already learned to hate in just two short months. It sucks. Anyway, point of the story is that all I want to do is listen to J. Cole’s leaked CD because I didn’t get a chance to listen to it last night as I was busy with my girlfriend who just flew out to Cali two days ago to live with me. Damn first world problems. At least she’s awesome.
I checked a few songs this morning on the bus ride to work and was like “okay, I see you Cole, nothing special just yet but definitely solid even though I’ve already heard like 6 of these songs.” And I managed to peep a few more during lunch which was a nice break from the tedious world of offices jobs.
Maybe it was the fact that I was finally able to escape the confines of my office and enjoy the California sun for the first time during the day but when I pressed play on “Nobody’s Perfect” and Cole started spitting, I was like “fuck yeah.”
“…this is for the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated, old hoes we dated. Look mama we made it, your son out in Barbados. Cheese eggs and potatoes, smokin’ weed on the beaches…” – J. Cole
And Missy Elliot? Things were good again. And then lunch was over and I went back to hell for another 3 hours of scheming ways to get rich quick and do what I love.
Finally, 4’oclock rolls around and I finish out the last few songs on my way to the train as the album closed out with “Work Out” and “Daddy’s Little Girl,” leaving me hardcore confused. That was it? How many songs was that? 19?! Really? Oh – well, maybe I downloaded the wrong version. Yeah that’s gotta be it, the track placement did seem consistently odd. And then in the middle of all the silence and my confused thoughts, this flute starts playing and I’m like “oh? Bonus track?”
And then Frank Sinatra’s voice fills my earphones with “when I was twenty-one…” and the beat kicks in with a bit of a stutter to the vocals. Wicked. I should have realized right away that it wasn’t a Cole track considering the Sinatra sample, but I was baked, okay? I had to do something after that never-ending day of nothingness.
I wasn’t quite ready for Logic. I mean, I knew from hearing a few of his tracks that the kid was good, but I wasn’t even expecting to hear his voice so it hit me a little harder.
“It was all a dream just a year ago, bustin’ tables and serving food but y’all don’t hear it though. Now I’m on another level, but ya’ll ain’t near it though. My soul bleedin’ on the track, so spiritual. It’s a blessin’ cause now rappin’ is my profession, yo … It’s been a year and everything that I said would happen has. While everybody that I know was out having a blast, I was right here in the studio bustin’ my ass.” – Logic
That intro. That Frank Sinatra sample. That flow, Those lyrics. And it just keeps going. The next song continues the feel and when “Young Sinatra” started to play I wasn’t even mad that I had already heard it, ‘cause it’s still hella dope.
The whole bus ride home I zoned out to Young Sintra. I didn’t even notice anything else around me and my mood went from piss poor to ten times higher than I should have been from just that one toke I took before getting on the bus.
I’d keep telling you about how this mixtape is one of the best I’ve heard since, well, The Come Up, but really, I don’t care that much to write reviews. I always found that stories get the point across better, anyway. Plus, even the skits are high-quality.
Download: Logic – Young Sinatra (Mixtape)











