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Cam'ron - Killa SeasonAlbum Review by:
John Burnett
Monday, May 22, 2006
 It’s hard to imagine that the cocky braggart from Harlem World named Cameron Giles who stays poppin’ shit is no longer a rookie, but instead, is now a tried and true vet in the rap game. Years have passed…Cam has been through it all including warring with hip hop legends, Nas and Jay-Z, jumping from one record label to the next, and barely escaping death via a failed carjacking in DC. On the brink all of the above, Cam is four albums deep and set to release his fifth joint, Killa Season
Cam’ron’s first and best album to this date, Confessions of Fire, set the bar high for his following work. Since then, the emcee’s career has been plagued by critic’s claims of unfulfilled potential. He only reinforced this notion with his child-like bars and nursery rhyme stanzas. Sad to say, the trend continues on his fifth album, Killa Season.
Songs like the ridiculous “Wet Wipes” will have fans asking “What the hell was he thinking?” Where do I start with this laughable track? First, the chorus is, “Go get your wet wipes (repeated 4x), I see your headlights, they lookin’ dead nice, they got me sayin’ d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn.” No commentary needed on that one. Then Cam spews forth elementary lines like “but I collect the chicken/call me Perdue” and “they apply the appliances/the wrenchmen.” You either have to laugh this incredibly wack track off or wince in pain as I did. Oh, it gets worse. Then there’s the obvious attempt to capture the Southern boys with the bass heavy and bouncy “Touch It or Not” featuring N’awlins native Lil’ Wayne. This track is an extended and exceedingly presumptuous solicitation for gettin’ head that is coupled by more of Cam’ron’s immature rhymes with the sole shining point of the track being Lil’ Wayne’s witty and humorous verse that unanimously outshines the lackluster performance of Cam. More unintentional comic relief comes on “He Tried to Play Me” featuring Hell Rell. On this track, The Diplomats take a venture into R&B spending a minute and a half crooning away. I hope, I pray that the singing was only a joke. The introspective aspect of this album is introduced in when Cam sheds some insight into his fluctuating weight and health problems on “I.B.S.” Although the track brings you in closer to the rapper, you are often bombarded and escorted back to the perimeter with subject content that does not stray far from money, cash and hoes.
Solid tracks are few and far between on this one with the enjoyable tracks including: “Do Ya Thing (Remix),” “We Make Change,” and “Triple Up.” These tracks show that Cam does not completely squander his potential. The production on Killa Season is above par. Often on the album, the production surpasses the weak lyrical output. The kindergarten flow that is a constant on this album makes it a hard one to stomach. After listening to Killa Season, Cam fans will be left wondering is this the same cat that dropped the likes of “357.” Killa Season will assuredly weaken Cam’s legacy and only brings the limelight to the aspects of Cam that fans do not like; his arrogance, childish flows and lack of depth.
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