K Camp Lacks Direction On ���SlumLords��� Mixtape
This isn���t K Camp���s first time on the verge of blowing up. Back in 2009, the Atlanta MC scored a local smash with the Roscoe Dash-leaning ���All Night,��� after performing at open mics with Waka Flocka Flame and Travis Porter. The latter two ascended to national prominence with ���Oh Let���s Do It��� and ���All The Way Turnt Up,��� respectively, but Camp never made the jump. Three years later, he sung the infectious hook of Mykko Montana���s single ���Do It,��� but was barely seen in the subsequent music video. Opportunity in an over-saturated market rarely strikes three times, but K Camp is active again with the virality of ���Money Baby��� and ���Cut Her Off.���
SlumLords figures to be something between a victory lap and a frantic chance to solidify a reputation. But most of what���s offered on Camp���s two singles in radio rotation is recycled and repurposed throughout the mixtape, and much of the 17 tracks on SlumLords blend as club rap platitude and garish misogyny. K Camp says that ���there���s levels to this Slum shit��� on the project���s intro, but after winding Auto-Tune chants of ���Yo hoe will get slayed��� are repeated throughout the chorus, the skepticism is warranted.
The first five songs of SlumLords adopt the ���Cut Her Off��� mantra without even the slightest semblance of subtlety, ranging from the minutiae (���Don���t be asking ���bout no Instagram pictures, I���m liking whatever I like��� on ���However I Like���) to the clich�� (���Yo nigga he so old, come get something new/M��nage �� trois with your friend, that���s something new/Coke and Hennessy, yeah that���s something too/You say your friend���s got a friend, yeah well bring ���em through��� on ���Sum Bitch���). Camp���s claims about women lack the charisma of guests Lil Boosie and YG, and the production���s skittering 808s and blooping synths don���t do much to buoy them.
The better songs on SlumLords come when K Camp ditches the excessive Auto-Tune and switches up subject matter. Sy Ari Da Kid provides coarse multisyllabic rhymes in his five guest spots, and on the languid downtempo of ���Long Live The Kings 2,��� both Sy and Camp deliver inspired verses. ���Leechin��� is another standout, powered by the paranoid wails of JokerTooCold, but it���s immediately followed by ���Don���t Blame Me,��� which spends its first full minute repeating ���Don���t blame me, just blame yo bitch��� before Camp says, ���I blame the toilet for this shit.���
Sonically, there���s not much variance on SlumLords. But the project is mainly limited by its immaturity. Camp���s Auto-Tune slurs offer Hyper-sexualiziation that is too corny to be likable ��� ���Runnin��� ���round with balls, woulda thought this was lacrosse,��� he says on the remix of ���Cut Her Off.” The motif of him trading in his current bitch for a new one because she had the wrong attitude or opened her mouth is hard to escape on SlumLords, and it���s deployed with the apathy found recently in drill rap but without drill���s energy. The detachedness seems to even rub off on Wale, who delivers a lazy verse on ���Off The Floor.���
The most bizarre moment on SlumLords doesn���t belong to K Camp, though. On ���Shoot Up The Club,��� Joker and Damar Jackson are miles from Three 6 Mafia���s Memphis as they croon lines about stuntin��� over a woozy backdrop. ���Say she don���t go to the club, that���s cool/Wanna be a teacher, I���ma shoot up the school/Columbine, bang bang/Comin��� in my trench coat/I hope you know how to deep throat,��� the second verse starts.
K Camp lives out his most recognizable hook to date on SlumLords He likes smoking weed, he likes getting fly, and he likes having sex. Hopefully, Camp finds even a slightly more creative way to tell you about it on the next mixtape.���Steven Goldstein