Even the threats and declarations, bereft of the violent, pull-no-punches absolutism of Big L.'s early horrorcore, seem sanitized for Middle America. In perhaps his biggest misstep, 50 Cent eschews a world inhabited by real people doing real shit for most of Get Rich, instead relying on generalized threats, proclamations of invincibility, and calls for pussy. He doesn't delve into the character of the gangsta any deeper than the prosaism he spits, and while he obviously has an excellent vocal cadence and a finely tuned ear, his lyrics lack the textured imagery and dexterity of themes necessary to sustain interest over the course of a full album. But, with the exception of a few quality verses sprinkled here and there, 50 strikes as a parody of these masters, and does little on his debut to establish a persona of his own. Biggie came with the soul, Pac came with the charisma, L. This isn't as much a moral quarrel as it is one of thematic development. The wit is sparse, the details are slim, and the threats are hollow. Unfortunately, Get Rich or Die Tryin' rarely reaches these pinnacles for most of the album's duration, 50 wallows in the genre's clichés.
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