Stupid Wild: Gucci Mane, Lil' Wayne, & Cam'ron

It’s not everyday that you hear a track with three of the most loved and hated MCs in the game. But who better to appear on a song called "Stupid Wild"? Especially when one of those artists is in jail, another will be there in February and the third’s code of hoodness precludes him from snitching on a serial killer. Of course, I'm talking about Gucci Mane, Lil' Wayne, and Cam'ron. The three swag scholars appear on the aforementioned track on Gucci Mane's freshly released album, "The State vs. Radric Davis." (Listen to the track above).

The track, produced by Bangladesh of “A Milli” fame, features a synth-heavy beat so frantically energetic, it’s hard to imagine better musical accompaniment for anyone looking to get stupid wild. As one friend put it to me, “It’s definitely mobbing in the club, hit a motherfucker in the head with a bottle type shit.”

Held together by a hypnotic hook, this nihilistically bent banger opens with Gucci not saying much of anything, but it works. Slightly incoherent and sounding like a mediocre modern era Leadbelly, Gucci is at his jovial, shit-talking best -- ruminating on his lack of patience for haters. Nothing in his rhymes is intricate or thought provoking, but his charisma and energy move the track along to Weezy.

Wayne too doesn't say much, but his free associative ramblings light this track up like wild fire. He opens up one of his best verses in a year with a simple, but brilliantly vivid rhyme: "Wilder than a jaguar, wildin' in a jaguar..." From there, F. Baby lays down a high speed stream of boasting braggadocio that's littered with punchlines. He sounds alive and rejuvenated like he did on "The Drought 3" -- rapping for the love of rapping without any of that auto-tune shit.

And then the Jean-Paul Satre of Hip-Hop steps on the scene. Appearing on a track with Gucci for the second time this year -- they're on the same label -- Cam'ron comes of out his recent slumber by providing us with an extended stream of conscience. Changing his flow several times throughout, Cam weaves rhymes about furs, haters, female admirers, and using your mother for food stamps. He's affable and jocular, which gives the verse the feel of something that could've been on Purple Haze.

Some people will hate this song and use it as a prime example of the vegetative state of Hip-Hop, but they're taking things to seriously. This is just a fun, well-produced rap that doesn't purport to be anything more than a track about being stupid wild.

***Also, check out my new "Classy Things" post coming this Friday.