Jason Derulo and 2 Chainz "Dirty" Deed Is a Raunchy Riot

We're at the juncture in my rap-based blog posts where I already know the musical content isn't exactly going to set the world on fire so it's come down to me discerning what the lesser of the two immediate evils happens to be. You'll recall Lil' Jon didn't score so high which, by default, leaves Jason Derulo and 2 Chainz as the victors with "Talk Dirty". To their credit they're having naughty fun over another set of exotic sounding instruments. The self same Egyptian mystery DJ Snake employed for "Turn Down For What" hovers over this air but I say if you're going to give the record downloading public another in the seemingly never ending parade of audio porn rappers serve up it would behoove you to do so with some joir de vive. As the accompanying video shows arousing dance moves are part of the deal. Nothing here comes close to a pronounced strain of two hip-hoppers taking themselves and their art way too seriously. That's a relief. For a minute there I thought every rapper's persona had to drop down on us like a ton of hood-hardened bricks. The bass fill lines are scrumptious. The horn add-ins are also unafraid to drop the intensity level. Jason elects to do the Sean Paul route for a short bit with his Jamaican tinged delivery. He keeps his verbal undressing clean for the most part. The praising of black booty isn't new to the hip-hop realm. The most risque TMI he leaves us with is: "I got lipstick stamps for my passport. I think I need a new one." 2 Chainz blasts into the throwdown and proceeds to give the arena filling public an indecent proposal they'd more than likely want to leave on the table. What I'm referring to is: "Dos Cadenas, clothes are genius. Sold out arenas you can suck my penis." Ought to bring this dude over to my crib if I ever need some sort of an appetite suppresant. No thanks, Mr. Chainz sir, but if I'm going to suck on anything I'd rather it be either a Flavor Ice or a Fudgsicle. I won't play stern den mommy with this basically because all of this swagger is presented in an easily dismissable, too over the top to grant any boy returned to the hood street snarl. Let me compare and contrast Lil Jon's "Turn Down For What" and "Talk Dirty" for a second. The former barely leaves the perimeter of the three and a half minute mark yet hardly does more than bark out the title track and leave synthesized snake hissings. The latter does have a funny little thing called actual words being uttered that fill the majority of the barely shy of three minutes and ten seconds song. Sure, I don't want Chainz cock corrupting my air space but I appreciate being given lyrics to get grossed out to. Make sense to you in an oddball way? Glad to hear it. I'd rather have three minutes of debatable content over time killer any day. Tongue planted in cheek Jason and Chainz ham it up like Hormel was declaring ham soon to be out of style. Turn to "Tattoos", Jason's album if you want a take home souvenir of a rap track that, while no one would confuse it for brilliant art, is a nice goofy alternative to the probably not likely to end anytime soon barrage of rap about how I got more bling (paper, dead Presidents, et al...) than you got. To some of you I may come off like I'm begrudingly spreading kindness Jason and Chainz' way, but that's not the case. All I'm doing is telling you what the best of the current rap table scraps happen to be. To show you how much I respect Chainz' way of slicing through bullshit with a putty knife let's take a quick peak at some more lyrics: "Gilbert Arenas, guns on deck. Chest to chest, tongue on neck, international oral sex. That I guess makes him the James Bond of bone jumping. International? Wow. Ambitious little pervert, huh? Gotta like his strut factor. "Talk Dirty" isn't merely talk. It wallows around in its scandalous mud with the pride free air of a pig who's savoring the body textures of USDA grade A slop. I am glad it's a short track. As is true with servings of alcohol, it's often advisable to know when to say when. Let the wine breathe, pour it out, slam it down, and then get on with the remainder of your business. Jason and 2 Chainz followed directions well. Therefore what we're getting is a song that makes filthiness a trait that's not too abhorrent.