Fairly quickly does the blood-red images of horrific skulls and these stone pillars on $ilkMoney’s debut record I Hate My Life And I Wish People Would Stop Telling Me Not To flashes onto the audience’s eyes. Staring deeply back as if the eyes of the statue could follow, $ilkMoney creates fast-paced tracks that stab and then dissipate into the following. Without much of a foundation, I Hate My Life And I Really Wish People Would Stop Telling Me Not To is an anarchist outlook on the augmented and psychopathic realities.
Matching the cover art perfectly, I Hate My Life And I Really Wish People Would Stop Telling Me Not To is a sadistic scream into the void that begins with “Casket.” The opening lyrics “Young, black, and just don’t give a fuck. I like to get high all day, sleep, and get my digits up. The skeletons in my closet so deep I couldn’t dig em up, could give a fuck about a job I’d rather stick a nigga up for a bigger cut.” The tracks present here are rapid fired as if they come from a machine gun that chops through the torso, creating hell through sound.
“Casket” is just the complete opposite of comfort as it appears the goal on I Hate My Life And I Really Wish People Would Stop Telling Me Not To is to create a jungle of style changes and sways into different fear tactics. Even the following track “Lorraine Motel,” there is a hook that describes, “If I die today remember me like Martin Luther… I’m kinda used to niggas dying, it’s kinda Ku Klux, I could take a few bucks, set up shop and say I’m ya new plug.” The production ignores the stench of death that the lyrics linger on and instead adopts this spacious atmosphere that is more familiar than distant. Showing adaptability through performance, $ilkMoney seems to wear many faces when it comes to I Hate My Life And I Really Wish People Would Stop Telling Me Not To, showing a new one on “Naga” which marks the halfway point for the record.
Tyler, The Creator balances the hook, $ilkMoney punches through describing, “I need a perm like André then cut it off all to a bald fade, Stashing bitches in my crawl space. What’s in your wallet? Bitch I work for Allstate. Parley, I need a mixed bitch like parfaits.” Even as hopeless and sick as the lyrics can be, there is a layer of creativity that shines through on I Hate My Life And I Really Wish People Would Stop Telling Me Not To. It is this flash in the pan that at times, can be the highlight of the record and the real reason for coming back. It continues to both amaze and create suspense through each line which leads into the final moments.
As “Why Lie (10 Million Ways To Die)” opens the gates of heaven and $ilkMoney descends, he is ready to split and crack skulls in this introspective and shattered reflection. “Why Lie? I’ll probably die where the dope is. Facedown in a pile of roses, right next to where the coke is,” illustrates $ilkMoney underneath this gaze of angelic production. The strings and piano use is delicate but conflicts within $ilkMoney’s verse that shakes through the entire record. As I Hate My Life And I Really Wish People Would Stop Telling Me Not To comes to its final destination, it is clear that electronic hell exists and $ilkMoney sits at the gates.