Verse of the Day: Meek Mill - "House Party"

M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music.

After the jump, the verse, discussion, and me wondering why you're still reading and not Googling Jessica Gomes.

I tell em meet me in the bathroom,

I fuck her while the water running,

Her friend knocking at the door,

And she screaming out I'm cumming,

And my youngin in my other room, fuckin up my sheets,

She tell em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave,

I got a hundred bottles, Ciroc boy,

All my jewelry, cold as fuck but I'm a hot boy,

All these stones in my chain make me a rock boy,

And I heard you n-ggas talking money you should stop boy,

I fuck bitches by the group, I get money by the pound,

French Montana on all these n-ggas, ch-ch-ch-ch-chop em down,

Every time I'm in the club these niggas is not around,

Everybody talking money I say prove it not a sound,

White girls gone wild,

We don't judge 'em though, they ain't on trial,

Bad bitches, got 'em on dial,

It's bottoms up but it's going down.

Meek Mill finds himself at a crossroads common to most all heavily-buzzing young guns; he's breaking into the mainstream while still earning praise from the taste-making bloggerati. Sadly, these things never last. As cynical as it sounds, the first single will sound a little too commercial, the album will cement Meek as a mainstream mainstay, and adulation from that upper echelon of rap nerdery will dry up. Don't cry for Meek though, Noz posts don't put food on the table.