Brace yourselves, because Mr. KanHey is here to disrupt the status quo!
The Doggfather just dropped a cultural sledgehammer, and its name is “Iz It A Crime?” — a 21-track odyssey into the mind of an artist who’s more than rap royalty; he’s a sonic philosopher with braids and blazing truth bombs. Snoop Dogg, the long-smoked sage of West Coast rhythm, isn’t just dropping verses anymore — he’s dropping mirrors, and baby, it’s time to look into them.
“Iz It A Crime?” plays like a midnight sermon on the boulevard of broken expectations. It’s moody, melodic, and unapologetically meta. And if you thought Snoop was settling into that comfortable Uncle Snoop persona full-time, this album crashes your assumptions through a fog of Kush and unfiltered clarity. This isn’t just music — it’s memoir in bass and bravado.
Let’s talk themes. From track one, we hear Snoop not as the cartoonish cloud of cannabis some media myths portray, but as a veteran gladiator in the arena of perception. He’s confronting ghosts — personal, cultural, and generational — while stunting on the misconceptions that have followed his career like paparazzi at LAX. He’s looking at his critics in the face and asking, almost ironically, “Iz it a crime to evolve?”
And let’s not romanticize this reflection as soft. This ain’t a VH1 popup video of regrets and rehab. Snoop’s lyrical pen is dipped in venom and velvet — he shames doubters, exalts realness, and silences the celeb-chasers who confuse virality with legacy. Influence is currency in this game, and Snoop’s bank is overflowing.
Musically, the production is a kaleidoscope of eras — Dre-like funk bumps elbows with trap textures and smoky jazz undertones. Think G-funk got seduced by noir cinema and waltzed across a rooftop in a pimp suit. Collaborations? Sparse but intentional. This isn’t a networking album; it’s a narrative one. When others do features to hide, Snoop does them to be heard louder.
One standout line hits like a Molotov cocktail of truth: “Y’all got filters on your faces and opinions / I got records in the Library of Congress.” Mic. Drop. Reality check.
This album isn’t just Snoop clearing his throat — it’s him exhaling decades of media manipulation, industry pageantry, and cultural misdiagnosis. He’s carving out a second renaissance in a career that defies timelines and tight boxes. And he’s doing it with the same chilled confidence that made the world fall in love with that smooth-voiced menace from Long Beach back in ‘93.
So, what does “Iz It A Crime?” really mean?
It’s not rhetorical. It’s confrontational. It’s the thesis to a life lived loud, long, and lyrically lit. Snoop is asking the culture: Is it a crime to reflect? To grow? To outlive the headlines and still spit truth over beats that make the Earth twerk?
No, Snoop, it ain’t a crime. It’s an art. And right now, you’re Picasso in Chucks.
Dare to be different or fade into oblivion.
— Mr. KanHey
