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40 Best Rap Albums of 2017

Migos, Jay-Z, Kendrick Lamar and more of the year in rhymes

40 Best Rap Albums of 2017

Quavo of Migos, Jay-Z and Kendrick Lamar

Hip-hop was the success story of 2017, the streaming model providing new levels of speed and access to music that always thrived as dispatches from someone’s here and now. Yes, this meant Jay-Z was able to work in a joke about Al Sharpton’s selfies on an album released weeks later, but it also means Future, 21 Savage and Trippie Redd can flood the market with their latest ideas. Stars were made on SoundCloud, Drake called his 22-track release a “playlist,” Run the Jewels dropped their album via streaming (in 2016!) before their retail release date, and Kendrick Lamar provided a new way to hear his double platinum album by re-releasing it with the track list backwards.

Tyler, The Creator, 'Flower Boy'

Tyler, the Creator, ‘Flower Boy’

Seven years ago, when Odd Future mania first swept the Internet, we were collectively transfixed by the crew’s gravel-voiced ringleader, Tyler, the Creator. In the years since, Odd Future has disbanded and its members and affiliates have evolved into some of pop music’s most important artists (see: Frank Ocean, Syd, Vince Staples). Tyler has evolved too; he’s released three increasingly mature albums which have shown him growing as a man and a musician. But Flower Boy is the first true testament to his talent. Sonically and thematically, it’s Tyler at his best – as a producer, composer, arranger and songwriter – and at his most sincere. “They said the loudest in the room is weak/That’s what they assume, but I disagree/I say the loudest in the room is probably the loneliest in the room,” he raps on the two-part stunner, “911/Mr. Lonely,” which poignantly asserts the album’s recurring theme: the price of success is isolation. He laments absent friends on “Boredom” and longs for a romantic partner on “See You Again,” but ironically, Flower Boy reaches great heights because it’s such a group effort. Tyler enlists Steve Lacy, Rex Orange County, Anna of the North, Corinne Bailey Rae, Frank Ocean and Estelle, using the array of voices to add texture to already lush instrumental arrangements. T.A.

Deem Spencer, 'We Think We Alone'

Deem Spencer, ‘We Think We Alone’

An earnestly personal bedroom-pop album about the death of a grandparent is not exactly the type of project that grabs attention in the hip-hop world. But We Think We Alone is assembled with such gentle brilliance that its appeal is universally undeniable. Deem Spencer sings and raps, murmurs and mumbles, with a slight, breathily likable style, recording quietly as if trying to avoid disturbing anyone. The lo-fi production often scrapes and distorts, but Spencer’s intuitive knack for textures and his off-handed sense of songcraft, especially melodically, allows the loose flotsam of recording to cohere into an album that’s far greater than the sum of its parts. We Think We Alone makes an impression – Mos Def’s “Umi Says” comes to mind, at times – with its singular, unassuming grace. D.D.

Mozzy, '1 Up Top Ahk'

Mozzy, ‘1 Up Top Ahk’

On Mozzy’s second album of 2017, the self-proclaimed Sacramento gangsta rapper reflects, in compelling detail and with palpable intensity, on the trials he’s endured to get here. The residue of loss is splattered all across 1 Up Top Ahk, as he grieves loved ones, menaces those who still pose a threat and flaunts the fearlessness with which he moves through the world. While today’s most visible underground rappers generally employ trap production for crossover-friendly familiarity, Mozzy spits his picaresque stories – full of brutal truths and traumas suffered – within the deep spaciousness of classic West Coast production. He commands the platform with an easy authority. His gruff, insistent voice heightens the lyrics’ gravity, pulling you into the narrative as he shines a light on societal blindspots and tells the stories of those who can’t speak for themselves. As a result, Mozzy makes 1 Up Top Ahk feel urgently necessary. B.Y.

Tay-K, 'SantanaWorld'

Tay-K, ‘#SantanaWorld’

Neither employing a typewriter-staccato Migos flow nor the slurred mumble rap of Lil Yachty, Tay-K’s immediately refreshing “The Race” burst through YouTube this summer. The California-born, Dallas-based MC, with his clear tone and precisely enunciated cadence shows the Chicago influence of Young Pappy more than Chief Keef (though he also shouts out Eazy-E). Bluntly assertive and charismatic, Tay’s music is as electric as his story is tragic: He was charged with murder during a 2016 home invasion and made the video for “The Race” while he was on the run from police. No doubt his alleged crimes helped his career acquire a certain notoriety, but Tay-K is no gangster cipher. Based on #SantanaWorld, he has an uncommonly gripping delivery and gift of gab, from the rude-and-lewd, onomatopoeiac chorus of “Murder She Wrote” to the uncut thump of “I <3 My Choppa” to the somber menace of “Mega Man.” D.D.

21 Savage, 'Issa Album'

21 Savage, ‘Issa Album’

Atlanta’s 21 Savage burst on the scene a couple of years ago as a sexy sociopath with a syrup-y drawl, playing out deadpan horror-movie scenes over intoxicatingly spooky low-end beats from go-to producer Metro Boomin. His debut major-label album cracks the shades on his sound, welcoming non-ATL producers (DJ Mustard, Jake One, “Magnolia” mastermind Pi’erre Bourne), but remains grim and trimmed of excess. “Dead People,” a taut collaboration between Jake One and Southside, has a minimal boom that’s both mechanical and warm, as 21 muses cleverly over the losses and gains he’s experienced via the title’s multiple meanings. Thematically, he’s still issuing non-stop threats, but now it’s to defend his money or newly notorious name, and at times, his voice bounces with newfound verve (“Famous,” “Numb,” “Bad Business”). But the definitive step forward is smash single “Bank Account,” produced with a bare-bones delicacy by 21 himself, and featuring one of the year’s most infectious choruses, comparing his millions to the number of shooters he’s got protecting him. B.S.

Don Trip & Starlito, 'Step Brothers 3'

Don Trip and Starlito, ‘Step Brothers Three’

When Tennessee MCs Don Trip and Starlito dropped their acclaimed first Step Brothers mixtape in 2011, it was assumed to be a one-off, just two major-label refugees trading bars and boundless personality. Their second installment in 2013 was just as captivating, emphasizing the duo’s pensive side – “Caesar and Brutus,” a cinematic tale of betrayal, was an underground hit. Step Brothers Three bridges the best of both worlds. On “Yeah 5x” and “Boomshakalaka,” the synergy between their two distinctive voices – Starlito’s got a deeper drawl, Trip a nasal rasp – is otherworldly, seemingly anticipating each other in an infinite call-and-response. A complex sort of duality rules their world: sometimes it’s hero-villain, but mostly they’re two sides of the same troubled coin, drawing parallel lines of ups and downs. The honesty is palpable, and they challenge each other to go deeper, to dig further and leave it all on the track. Don Trip sums up their relationship: “All I know is the truth, and I pour it all in my lines/Looking for more of my kind, Lito was all I could find.” B.Y.

26. Future, 'Future'

Kodak Black, ‘Painting Pictures’

Though Kodak Black is certainly problematic – the 20-year-old Florida rapper has pleaded no contest to arrests for robbery and battery, and he’s been indicted this year on charges of sexual assault against a teenage girl – he’s also a talent with a hit single and a compelling album. Painting Pictures is a wild ride through the contradictory psyche of a self-destructive young man who is experienced beyond his years. Whether he’s talking about the power dynamics of street life (“U Ain’t Never”) or making a vulnerable romantic plea (“Save You”), Kodak’s passion always comes with a dash of poison. On “Side Nigga” he is the other man, begging for a commitment from an older woman who won’t leave her boyfriend. But it’s on his biggest hit, “Tunnel Vision” (which went to Number Six on the Hot 100), that Kodak’s dilemma gets its most powerful depiction. As he raps, hums and spits in a circular, sing-song flow over somber Chilean guitar and pan flute, you feel the toxic mix of paranoia, expectation and disappointment swirling in his mind. T.A.

Future, 'Future'

Future, ‘Future’

All Future projects – there were two others in addition to this self-titled collection in 2017 – are fueled by the same basic elements: Hard-nosed beats from Metro Boomin, Zaytoven and assorted members of 808 Mafia, plus a stream of triumphant, brusque, relentlessly hooky vocals. But here Future steps out of his comfort zone in several ways. He ends “Zoom” with a hilarious skit seemingly aimed at young rappers stealing Future’s style – an unusual moment of levity from an artist whose favorite tone is somberly stoned.

On the streaming version of the album, he teams up with YG for “Extra Luv,” which points toward the dancefloor. And on “Mask Off,” the rapper discards his usual battering-ram trap approach for a beat that samples Tommy Butler’s flute-trill-heavy “Prison Song.” Future‘s sequel Hndrxx featured radio catnip like “Selfish” with Rihanna, but it was “Mask Off” that gave the rapper the biggest hit of his career. E.L.

25. Big K.R.I.T., '4eva Is a Mighty Long Time'

Big K.R.I.T., ‘4eva Is a Mighty Long Time’

Mississippi’s ever-reliable Big K.R.I.T. has been this decade’s most brilliant artist when it comes to keeping the flame alive for what Pimp C called “country rap” – the Southern-accented, bass-blasted dispatches of groups like U.G.K., Eightball & MJG and Outkast. His third album enters his Stankonia stage, complete with a heady conceptual framework and an exploding, lush musical palette. The first disc plays like a master’s degree in Southern rap with help from some of the greats: A manic rhyme from T.I. (“Big Bank”), a huge bass display from Cash Money’s Mannie Fresh (“Subenstein [My Sub IV]”) and a slow-riding, wah-wah-ing track that teams the Organized Noise production team with Bun B (“Ride Wit Me”). The second disc ­– under his birth name Justin Scott – paints with soul, gospel and jazz, with acclaimed trumpeter Keyon Harrold adding bluesy solos on “Drinking Sessions” while Scott raps about label woes, racism, insecurity and the limits of fame and money, saying he “can’t control these tears, I mean after all these years/I’m still the kid writin’ poems, too shy to eat in the cafeteria.” C.W.

24. 2 Chainz, 'Pretty Girls Like Trap Music'

2 Chainz, ‘Pretty Girls Like Trap Music’

Pretty Girls Like Trap Music features an especially impressive first half, in which 2 Chainz collects a series of spare beats (which leave plenty of space for his peerless voice), and teams up with a roster of guests for a quick, emphatic showcase of his latest booming couplets. He cracks windows on the triumphant “4 AM,” a thumping collaboration with Travis Scott; he and producer Mike Will Made It suggest a new sub-genre – wind chimes trap – on “Poor Fool,” featuring Rae Sremmurd’s Swae Lee; and he sneaks slinky funk back onto the radio via “It’s a Vibe,” which is buoyed by the inclusion of Ty Dolla Sign and Jhené Aiko. “Got a vibe, make a young chick turn her neck/Make a cougar wanna spend a check,” raps Chainz, being all things to all people. The last half gets darker, both sonically and lyrically, but 2 Chainz’ unflappable attitude never wavers, even on “OG Kush Diet,” where he raps: “My partner just died, my partner just died/Ain’t nothin’ to do but get high.” E.L.

Sahbabii, 'S.A.N.D.A.S.'

SahBabii, ‘S.A.N.D.A.S.’

SahBabii (an Atlanta transplant from Chicago) may echo Young Thug, but he clearly possesses a giddy gift for integrating that influence into his own bright-eyed, delicately constructed singles (“Pull Up Wit a Stick,” “Marsupial Superstars”), hence this Warner Bros. remastering and release of his 2016 mixtape. “I like the melodies to sound like you’re kissing Cupid,” SahBabii has said, which on S.A.N.D.A.S. means trap-related songs with a skip in their step, blithely dipping past existential, druggy burdens or the relentless shadow of violence. His ad-libs trill and yawp and squawk like a kid imitating the animals on a school zoo trip; when he sings, it’s just as casual, like he’s simply singing along with the radio. I.D.

22. Run the Jewels, 'Run the Jewels 3'

Run the Jewels, ‘Run the Jewels 3’

The shocking ascent of Donald Trump gave Run the Jewels 3 more resonance than the duo’s more generalized anger at electoral corruption across the political spectrum. And as a result, they dropped the album on December 24th, 2016, weeks earlier than its January 2017 retail date – and before Trump’s inauguration provoked days of protest across the country. It kicks off with “Down,” with Killer Mike and El-P trying to assuage their despairing audience: “I know a few people prayed for my demise, y’all/But like cream, I had to rise, I had to rise y’all,” Mike sings alongside Atlanta neo-soul pioneer Joi. The track sets a reflective tone that doesn’t lift, even as the twosome continues to run raps over throttling Blade Runner beats, trade verses with Danny Brown and Trina, and generally talk shit with a sharp insurrectionist bent. The final cut is appropriately titled, “A Report to the Shareholders/Kill Your Masters,” on which Mike snarls defiantly, “You take the devil for God, look how he doing you/I’m Jack Johnson, I’ll beat a slave catcher snaggle-toothed.” M.R.

Rapsody, 'Laila's Wisdom'

Rapsody, ‘Laila’s Wisdom’

On this soulfully assured magnum opus, veteran North Carolina MC Rapsody paints a picture of black womanhood that’s rarely seen and even more rarely celebrated. On “Nobody,” she raps with impeccable candor, dexterity and self-possession: “It’s all hip hop, you can’t divide what ain’t different/Don’t like all underground and I don’t hate all music that isn’t/I was just making it clap to Waka Flocka last Christmas.” She’s not here for validation, just to express every side of herself, while championing strength through humanity and grace under pressure. “Black and Ugly” is a testament to self-love in a society where women are seen long before they’re heard and “Jesus Coming” examines death through the eyes of casualties of wars overseas and in our own backyards. Because Rapsody’s so comfortable with herself, she forces listeners to face their own emotional reactions. A concept album baked in maternal love, Laila’s Wisdom benefits from beats by longtime collaborators 9th Wonder and the Soul Council production team. But make no mistake, this is her show. B.Y.

Trippie Redd, 'A Love Letter to You'

Trippie Redd, ‘A Love Letter to You’

Though he’s a SoundCloud rapper full of childlike flamboyance and ephemeral wordless intonations, 18-year-old Trippie Redd is no simple caricature of Lil Uzi Vert. His debut full-length, A Love Letter to You, comes at you from all angles with raw vulnerability. And in capturing, with compelling immediacy, the diaristic sentimentality, unhinged desire and self-absorbed pain of a young adult male, it stands with some of the best emo albums of the 1990s and 2000s. For instance, “Deeply Scarred,” featuring Atlanta’s UnoTheActivist, is a tortured ballad about overcoming bitter heartbreak; yet it’s also full of life and surprising compassion (“You been scarred too deep, I can tell”) even as it indulges petulant outbursts (“I ain’t worried about you, bitch, no!”). Trippie is so vibrantly self-assured that Love Letter feels like he’s just randomly dropping his deepest thoughts into somebody else’s well-produced project. He may never equal this thrilling shot in the dark, but the fact that he doesn’t seem to care is why this record is possible in the first place. I.D.

Goldlink, 'At What Cost'

Goldlink, ‘At What Cost’

GoldLink’s album-length love letter to his native DMV (the Washington D.C., Maryland, Virginia area) is more than a chronicle of good times. Sure, the album’s first two singles – the Kaytranada-produced and Jazmine Sullivan-assisted “Meditation” and his platinum hit “Crew” – set lusty escapades to house- and go-go-inflected beats. In part, it is about neighborhood girls (“Herside Story”) and dance-floor chants (“Hands on Your Knees”), but upon deeper inspection, the project is a lot more than saucy flirting over smoothly thumping “future bounce” production. Pain, tragedy and the specter of violence co-exist alongside the woo and jubilation. It’s why the bright synths and bass bump of “Meditation” give way to gunshots, and Link warns, “I don’t shoot or fight fair,” on “We Will Never Die.” To paint a complete picture of black life in the DMV, GoldLink uses a palette that includes bright, subdued and dark colors alike, giving listeners an array of real-life drama with sunny pop appeal. T.A.

Smino, 'Blkswn'

Smino, ‘Blkswn’

A young rapper with such obvious talent and starpower, Smino’s idiosyncratic debut album boldly diverges from any current dominant aesthetics. Alongside the spare, clanking, found-sound funk of producer Monte Booker, the St. Louis rapper disguises clever lyrical turns in acrobatic chains of syllables, delivered with an unpredictable swing. The secret ingredient is R&B, built into the melodic DNA of Blkswn, as on the bouncy woo of “Netflix & Dusse” or the dreamlike he-said-she-said of “Glass Flows,” featuring nimble Zero Fatigue crew member Ravyn Lenae. If there’s any analogue, it might be the pioneering approach of Kelis, who was able to give her eccentricities a pop-chart appeal through R&B’s populist songcraft. D.D.

Cupcakke, 'Queen Elizabitch'

Cupcakke, ‘Queen Elizabitch’

Cupcakke remains one of hip-hop’s most exciting talents, an artist whose bawdy, unapologetic attitude belies a subtle gift for quotable wordplay and songs with urgent themes that resonate deeply. Queen Elizabitch, her latest, is a refinement of past accomplishments, taking some evident steps towards a more pop sound, with the post-tropical swing of “Biggie Smalls” and the Nineties house echoes of “CPR.” Yet the bulk of the album is plain-spoken, highly skilled rap music with a sharpening grasp of her craft: “I bet her pussy drier than a phone in rice,” she jokes on “Barcodes.” But shock-humor doesn’t define Cupcakke; “Tarzan,” which was enthusiastically embraced by Cardi B upon its release, is aggressive, somber street rap, evidence of the depth of her talent and further proof that she can rap circles around her peers. D.D.

Lil Uzi Vert, 'Luv Is Rage 2'

Lil Uzi Vert, ‘Luv Is Rage 2’

Lil Uzi Vert was one of hip-hop’s reigning meme subjects of 2017 and, remarkably, his music is just as fun, silly, sassy and unwieldy. On Luv Is Rage 2, he smashes his obsessions into a magnetic, lyrically verbose persona that comes off like a bouncy, chipper Looney Tune with a Tumblr page. No matter the producer – Maaly Raw, Pierre Bourne or Metro Boomin – he challenges them to keep up with his dynamic energy; and indeed, the production here is the best of his career; completely gassed-up and bright. But nothing can outshine Uzi, who flips from fun club tracks to singing to shouting to goofy sound effects with no respite. Completely unflappable and effortlessly glamorous, it’s hard to imagine another rapper who could absently scream, “LEONARDO DICAPRIO” with such melodic flair. Luv Is Rage 2 also has its moments of heartbreak and reflection, but you’d never know it from Uzi’s voice. He’s having the time of his life. I.D.

Future, 'Hndrxx'

Future, ‘Hndrxx’

With Future’s back-to-back album roll-out, the Atlanta rap star tried to balance his seductively lovestruck and despairingly drugged-up personas. While the self-titled first release was more familiar and harder-hitting with a few attempts at levity, Hndrxx is the sound of Future fully emerging from his man cave, showing nuance and growth, being more selective with beats and crafting a batch of songs that might be the most accessible of his career. He raps with finesse and fire-marshall friskiness amid ghostly ambience (“Damage”), sings with an open-hearted wail (“Use Me,” “Incredible”) and unveils pop-shiny gems (“Comin’ on Strong” feat. the Weeknd, “Fresh Air”). Then he really goes for it in grandly self-aware-superstar mode, lavishing us with an irresistible apology tour – “Selfish” feat. Rihanna, “Solo” and “Sorry” – that nails the landing of Hndrxx‘s slyly sincere balancing act. B.S. 

Amine, 'Good for You'

Aminé, ‘Good for You’

What happens when you score a major hit single and then fulfill the promise of that hit with a quality debut album, only to watch everyone ignore it because they just want to play the hit over and over again? This was largely the case with Aminé’s debut Good for You, which failed to equal the chart success of his utterly charming single “Caroline.” And though he goofed that he wanted to “get gory like a Tarantino movie” on “Caroline,” the young Portland MC spent much of the album adding insightful context to his immigrant story. He makes frequent note of his heritage, boasting on “Sundays” that “I’m not loud, I’m Ethiopian rowdy.” On “Turf,” he yearns to escape the torpor of his hometown, where “the po-po up in P.O./Dirtier than B.O.” Most of all, amid backing vocals from Uncle Charlie Wilson and cameos from Migos’ Offset and Ty Dolla Sign, Amine presents himself as a “yellow mellow fellow” making the tumultuous transition into manhood, often cynical but still romantically inclined. “I don’t know when I’m going to die,” he and indie-pop duo Girlpool harmonize on “Beach Boy.” “I won’t trip if it’s meant to be.” M.R.

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin, 'Without Warning'

21 Savage, Offset & Metro Boomin, ‘Without Warning’

This sharp, succinct surprise release from 21 Savage, Migos member Offset and super-producer Metro Boomin accomplishes many things at once: It further establishes Offset’s solo identity as a rugged, ad-libbing motormouth worth his feature fee; it’s a chance for 21 Savage to flash his West Indian lilt (“Ghostface Killers”); and it adds another impressive line to Metro Boomin’s increasingly untouchable resume – which includes production credits on more Top 40 hits than any other producer in 2017. There’s a pleasing push-and-pull between the two MCs here – Offset raps faster than ever on “Ric Flair Drip,” happily stuffing verses with syllables, while 21 Savage goes in the opposite direction, from laconic to nearly comatose on “Still Serving.” “Yeah, life is The Matrix,” Offset concludes. “Be rich or be broke and be basic.” E.L.

12. Wiki, 'No Mountains in Manhattan'

Wiki, ‘No Mountains in Manhattan’

Wearing his New York City lineage proudly – could the stump speechifying of “Mayor” be any more Dipset? – Patrick “Wiki” Morales paints a striking portrait of the City. Highlighted by “yerrrs,” bodegas and a Hudson River backdrop, Wiki’s multi-syllabic rhymes and fidgety flows stand center stage. His words topple over each other, filtered through a pinched hustler’s voice. Soulful, melodic cadences embellish the songs, but it’s the relationship and addiction woes, plus being in a state of constant motion without actually going anywhere, that give the album its enthralling sprawl. Even in his anguish and disorientation, Wiki a is charismatic guide and his skyscraper mountains glow gorgeously even when they’re closing in. The manic, off-kilter sound of his previous trio Ratking may have been ahead of its time, but with No Mountains in Manattan, Wiki is the right voice for a bewildered year. B.Y.

Quelle Chris, 'Being You Is Great, I Should Be You More Often'

Quelle Chris, ‘Being You Is Great, I Wish I Could Be You More Often’

Detroit’s Quelle Chris oscillates between goofy and reflective, self-affirming and self-doubting on his wonderfully titled sixth studio LP. Chris produced nearly half the record with a sure hand, incorporating pleasant loops of old records (“Dumb for Brains”), pensive neo-soul (“Calm Before”) and brassy swing (“The Dreamer in the Den of Wolves”). With those kinds of backdrops, it’s not surprising that various New York underground hip-hop stalwarts – Roc Marciano, Jean Grae, Homeboy Sandman – show up to deliver sharp-witted guests verses. Chris remains a slippery presence throughout, rapping in unpredictable cadences and unusual tones. Nowhere is he more charming than on “Buddies,” which plays like a supremely cooled-out, wildly ambivalent hip-hop sequel to James Brown’s “Super Bad.” “Might bring myself some flowers,” Chris declares. “I’m in love with myself.” E.L.

Roc Marciano, 'Rosebudd's Revenge'

Roc Marciano, ‘Rosebudd’s Revenge’

With 2010’s subgenre-spawning Marcberg, Roc Marciano stumbled on a formula for making New York street rap fresh for the 21st century: Raw beat loops, cleverly embellished crime tales, chin-stroking rumination and chest-out bravado delivered with serene cool and dry wit. On Rosebudd’s Revenge, he sublimely refines that formula. Musically, Marciano samples moody soul, psych-rock and jazz (minus additional drum programming) to create his glinting, underworld ambience. Lyrically, he writes himself into the pages of a modern-day Donald Goines novel. The character he inhabits is part pimp (“Already”), part drug lord and part international playboy. On “Better Know,” he calmly muses: “Hopped out the foreign/They thought I was Warren Buffett/From here on, it’s all or nothin’/If I fall off, I turn on the oven/If you trippin’, drop a few long on the luggage/Nigga, you ball on a budget/I ain’t nothin’ to be fucked with.” T.A.

J.I.D., 'The Never Story'

J.I.D, ‘The Never Story’

The Never Story is the most promising album to come from the roster of young rappers on J. Cole’s Dreamville Records label. J.I.D has a limber, alluringly raspy voice, the courage to not submerge his vocals beneath bunker-busting production, and the smarts to keep this album to a svelte 40 minutes. The 27-year-old Atlantan largely ignores the style of production that dominates his city’s hip-hop scene at the moment, reaching back instead to older sounds: live basslines, snapping drums and Rhodes-like keyboard sounds. The exception is “Never,” a nasty, buzzing Childish Major-produced outlier which deserved to be a ubiquitous radio hit. Halfway through the track, though, the beat suddenly morphs into something closer to mid-1990s New York boom-bap. “Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk,” J.I.D raps. “This beat takin’ a beating, I hand out the lumps.” E.L.

8. Playboi Carti, 'Playboi Carti'

Playboi Carti, ‘Playboi Carti’

Perhaps the most improbable achievement of the most unexpectedly great rap project of the year is that even old heads who moaned about “mumble rappers” seemed to like it. Yes, that was Jay-Z in the video for Playboi Carti’s “Magnolia,” his brief non-vocal cameo serving as a cosign for Carti and producer Pi’erre Bourne’s rhythmic masterwork. The Atlanta rapper’s debut mixtape (since re-released by Interscope) offers more gems (“Other Shit,” “Wokeuplikethis”) that underline his talent for turning trap chants and vocal cues into post-millennial funk. The record has an ephemeral quality – Carti rarely sounds like he’s grasping for words that match or fit a theme, which is an essential part of the improvisational magic. “This is not pop, this some rock, aye,” he says on “Half & Half,” repeating the phrase three times. Then, “Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah,” repeating that three times. Who knows why it sounds brilliant? M.R.

7. Residente, 'Residente'

Residente, ‘Residente’

Whatever Calle 13 fans expected of their conscious rap hero Residente, it probably wasn’t this self-titled debut. Residente is a statement of global solidarity, co-starring a madcap assortment of collaborators from 10 different parts of the world, to which the Puerto Rican icon traced back his DNA from a saliva test. Each song is its own new genre, assembled from regional sounds: The Latin Grammy-winning “Somos Anormales” draws hip-hop from Central Asian Tuvan throat singing; featuring French it-girl SoKo, “Desencuentro” is a transatlantic chanson. “I wasn’t trying to make a world-music album, but you know,” Residente told Rolling Stone. “The radio right now, I’m in shock, everyone sounds the same. It’s like junk food. You need to eat better, otherwise [you’re] going to die a slow, cultural death.” S.E.

6. Open Mike Eagle, 'Brick Body Kids Still Daydream'

Open Mike Eagle, ‘Brick Body Kids Still Daydream’

Part journalist, part fiction writer, part diarist, Open Mike Eagle is in a league of his own with an easy, effortless flow. Brick Body Kids Still Daydream pays tribute to a housing project, the Robert Taylor Homes, which existed on Chicago’s South Side until it was demolished in 2007. While the building is itself an important part of the story, it is the tale of a kid and his wild imagination that reaches far past the concrete into the surreal. B.S.

Vince Staples, 'Big Fish Theory'

Vince Staples, ‘Big Fish Theory’

If Vince Staples’ album title suggested a life of fish-bowl containment and observation, his music outlined a break-out strategy. The Long Beach rapper drew on house, electro and U.K. garage for a shifting set of thumpers more fitting for a festival dance tent than a Rap Caviar playlist. “Yeah Right” critiqued hip-hop’s material fixations from the inside out, with a verse from Kendrick Lamar to “twilight the zeitgeist” and production from EDM experimentalists Sophie and Flume. “SAMO” nodded at Jean-Michel Basquiat, while Staples flexed his cold-bloodedness, and Sophie demonstrated how trap could be an even more skeletal terror trip. Big Fish Theory was a throwback to hip-hop’s heyday, when the only rules were for breaking. J.L.

Drake, ‘More Life’

Drake, ‘More Life’

Part grime-experiment, part-trop house rendezvous, Drake explored a “playlist” with his expansive, blissfully voyeuristic More Life. On this 22-song project, we see many of Drake’s sides: the piña colada-sipping partier shines on “Passionfruit,” the nostalgic heartbreak kid emerges on “Teenage Fever” and the boastful jetsetter traps on “Gyalchester.” A variety of friends – old and new, local and global – shine with solo interludes and features, including Giggs, Skepta, Young Thug, Partynextdoor, Sampha, Jorja Smith, and even Kanye West, who made one of his very few musical appearances on the sweet, simple standout “Glow.” Following the gaudiness of last year’s Views and 2015’s back-to-back chart-topping mixtapes If You’re Reading This It’s Too Lateand What a Time to Be Alive, hearing Drake take a step back makes this project a no-frills victory lap. B.S.

Jay-Z, '4:44'

Jay-Z, ‘4:44’

As young, self-examining artists like Lil Uzi Vert and XXXTentacion ushered in hip-hop’s emo stage, a 47-year-old multi-millionaire dropped the year’s best self-lacerating Bugatti-dashboard confessional. Utilizing rap’s unique ability to convey deep and vivid truths, Jay confronts his own failings, excoriating himself as an unfaithful husband (“4:44”) and egocentric public figure (“Kill Jay Z”). With multiple samples from Sixties firebrand Nina Simone and a chopped-up flip of Donny Hathaway’s “Someday We’ll All Be Free,” Jay and producer No I.D. ease into an explicitly conscious tack as well, giving his own wealth – and the one his daughter will inherit – a political importance. C.W.

Migos, 'Culture'

Migos, ‘Culture’

As trap has become pop’s lingua franca, no one can better celebrate the triumph than Migos. The smoked-out slow roll of their music connects studio maximalism with the D.I.Y. instantaneity of iPhone and YouTube auteurs. Anyone can do it, but no one else can do it like this. The sound-effect hooks come from keyboards and their own mouths, each bwah, skrrrt, brrrup signifying their ability to transform nothing into something, and back again, in a blink. Their flows changed up moment to moment, presenting an authority at once casual and complete, and working pop music’s greatest trick: turning the transitory into the eternal. J.L.

Kendrick Lamar, 'Damn'

Kendrick Lamar, ‘Damn.’

Rap’s most powerful voice at the absolute top of his game, with nothing left to prove but his staying power. Where 2015’s To Pimp a Butterfly and 2016’s Untitled Unmastered exploded rap formally with disparate flows, kaleidoscopic Flying Lotus beats and Afro-delic Kamasi Washington jazz-funk jams, Damn. shows how dazzling the man can be simply spitting verses. On “Feel,” he unloads his head over a trippy Sounwave slow jam, going roughly 50 lines without break on one stretch, a virtuoso synaptic display echoed across the set. Lamar’s political conscience hasn’t flagged, but he’s more about self-examination here. On the fearless “Fear,” one of his deepest moments, he chronicles a lifetime of anxieties and cites his “fear of losin’ creativity.” It’s a sentiment easy to relate to – but based on the evidence, one imagines he’s got little to worry about. W.H.

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