http://pitchfork.com/features/staff-lists/7742-the-top-100-tracks-of-2009/
96. Gucci Mane feat. Plies- "Wasted"
Gucci's music is divisive, like gangster rap should be. He is a hedonist, often emotionally detached and frequently ironic. "Wasted", though, was not an act, and, given his recent legal troubles, has a brutally sad subtext-- you know you have a substance abuse problem when you're failing piss-tests under threat of jail time. It was the party-rap hit of 2009, a track for rap fans tired of the encroaching gloss of Flo Rida's 1980s corpse ****ing formula. Fatboi's gradually layered chainsaw beat was the perfect groggy intoxicant for Gucci and Plies' slurred pitch-imperfect raps. Combined with Gucci's 50 Cent-like ability to ingrain a hook into his listeners' subconscious, and a scene-stealing quote from Plies ("I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys...") made this one of 2009's most memorable singles. It's nice to have an anti-hero again. --David Drake
92. Cam'Ron- "I Hate My Job"
Killa Cam's career-peak infamy hung on elaborate death threats, audacious wardrobe inventories, and lyrics that used the slipperiest words possible to get his point across. "I Hate My Job" has none of those traits, and that's what makes it one of his weirdest tracks. Cam's casually audacious flow lets up on the swagger and rolls out a couple hard-luck stories dealing with 9-to-5 frustration and the even harsher realities of unemployment, and damned if it doesn't work perfectly. Not only does he capture the perspective of a stressed-out underpaid woman ("Ain't no money for new shoes or purses here/ Should've done my first career, nursing, yeah") and an ex-felon trying to join a diminished workforce, his delivery absolutely nails their emotional stress. Skitzo's piano-driven beat is deceptively uplifting, with a choral "yeah yeah yeah" refrain providing a bit of cIassic-soul sympathy, but it doesn't obscure the bitter realities at the core. --Nate Patrin
90. The-Dream- "Rockin that ****"
At the end of each one of The-Dream's drowsy, come-on laden verses, a simple submission: "There's nothing I can say..." Like pretty much everything else he's produced since, "Rockin' That ****" doesn't really need to say much. In a year filled with bottle-service bangers that failed to generate any sort of authentically carnal club-knock appeal, there was something so deliciously simple about a suave-ass grinder that was free of any worn-out sexting tropes. The bombastic tidiness of the chorus-- and the awesome punctuation of that titular line-- played so perfectly up against the sexy shyness of the whole endeavor. Happy to accommodate any sort of cosmic VIP fantasy you're harboring, it shouldn't take much effort to fill in those blanks while surrounded by that celestial synth hook and those impossibly deep drums. --Zach Kelly
86. Drake- "Best I Ever Had"
There's that sexless, pretty-boy, falsetto hook, which floats up into the air-conditioned synths and nearly gets lost; that beat, which sounds like someone sent a 2003-era Roc-A-Fella production through seven different house filters; those sensitive-guy panderings, which are just expertly smarmy-- "Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no makeup on/ That's when you the prettiest/ I hope that you don't take it wrong." There is absolutely nothing about Drake that is not cocky, slippery, insincere, and canny-- the dude recites his freestyIes from a ****ing Blackberry, for Christ's sake-- and "Best I Ever Had" synthesizes all of those oily, Clintonian charms into one perfect Summer Jam. If he never releases another decent song in his life, this will be enough. --Jayson Greene
44. Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys- "Empire State of Mind"
Jay isn't at his best here. His vocal tone and delivery are a little ragged, and on paper "Empire" reads like the literal endpoint to Jay's "black Sinatra" fascination: a late-period piece that somehow becomes his biggest-charting hit. But then Alicia Keys' elemental voice blows in on the chorus, and suddenly, we are all holding hands together and singing along on top of the Empire State Building. That giddy, heart-swelling whoop is what transforms "Empire State of Mind" from über-schmaltz to, well, transcendent über-schmaltz, the sort of song that bids your singing voice up out of you before your conscious mind can even check it. Take a bow, Hov-- you can loosen the bow tie now. Go backstage and see what Gwyneth and Chris are up to. --Jayson Greene
33. DJ Quik & Kurupt- "9X's Outta 10"
DJ Quik on the beat? Kurupt/Young Gotti on the mic? I mean, how could you go wrong? (Other than commercially that is...) Even compared to the rest of the floaty finesse of BlaQKout, there's nary a wasted second on "9x's Outta 10"-- Left Coast legend Kurupt's stark solo spotlight on the otherwise Quik-dominated LP. Kurupt, in a dazzlingly technical turn, finds himself in rare motion as he twists his tongue around Quik's skeletal skull-smashing beat, sliding into the nooks and crannies of the producer's metamorphic "Grindin'"-like bleacher-basher with this brittle, been-there done-that braggadocio and a showcase of pure MCing skills. "Difficult as calculus" is right; Kurupt circles around, switches out words like he's playing Jenga with the verse, and speeds up without spinning out around Quik's spiraling sampledelic ending. And when it stops, two and a half impossibly short minutes later? It's the kind of thing you want to start again. --Paul Thompson
21. Raekwon feat. Ghostface, Inspectah Deck & Method Man- "House of Flying Daggers"
Sorting through the surface clutter in the extended Wu-Tang discography can be a maddening process, and in part this frustration has its roots in tracks like "House of Flying Daggers", where Raekwon and crew reanimate their cIassic Wu form. It'd be inaccurate to say they make it sound effortless, however, since effort seems to be the crucial ingredient. Every verse here rings with conviction, as Rae, Inspectah Deck, Ghostface, and Method Man are each fully locked-in and engaged, issuing their joint battle cry with an impressively balanced ferocity. With a chorus cribbed from 36 Chambers and top-shelf production straight from Dilla's vault, "House of Flying Daggers" works as both a deliberate throwback and as a welcome, long overdue piece of reclamation. --Matthew Murphy
7. Big Boi feat. Gucci Mane- "Shine Blockas"
That Big Boi's solo album still hasn't seen the light of day is further proof that the record industry is irreparably broken. "Shine Blockas" should be more than a rap blog curio. It's the sort of track that we should hear blaring out of every passing Civic. The track works as a study in contrasts. Even more than usual, OutKast's still-rapping half raps in darting, stuttery little bursts, his flow fighting its way upstream on the beat, dropping syllables in places nobody would expect. Gucci's guest spot does just the opposite. It's a fully intuitive vocal, Gucci's hoarse, marbled monotone drifting lazily over the cascading beat like Gucci was born rapping on it. Cutmaster Swiff's lush, strobing Harold Melvin sample might be fundamentally opposed to the dinky synth symphonies that Gucci generally favors, but he makes rapping over it sound like the easiest thing in the world. Big Boi makes it sound like the most difficult, but he still sticks it. None of these ingredients seem like they should work together, but everything piles on top of everything else, and against odds, the song turns itself into a towering anthem of self-assurance. --Tom Breihan
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