Rolling Stone's 20 Best Hip-Hop Albums of 2019

The cover of Polo G’s *Die a Legend* features pictures of dearly departed friends and relatives looking on from heaven, their legacies front and center as he embarks upon the next, largest step of his career. The album is a timestamp for the MC, who recently relocated from Chicago to Los Angeles to escape the tragic cycle of street violence he often sings about. He’s come a long way, refining the drill music sonics of his earliest work into the more melodic and playlist-friendly delivery of songs like “Finer Things,” released nearly a year before *Die a Legend*. The tow of his former life is ever-present, though, and celebrations of success are often inseparable from pain. “Couldn\'t leave my brother in them trenches, told him come and stay with me/We gon\' live like kings for all them nights ain\'t have no place to sleep/N\*ggas watched us starve and never offered us a plate to eat/Took off, now they mad, but I know that they won’t wait for me,” he raps on “Through da Storm.” His bars can come across as catharsis, but there are constant warnings that Polo is still very much of the environment he left. On “Lost Files” he talks about being anointed for success by God, and then, in the same verse, details a remorseless revenge killing. Songs like “A King’s Nightmare” serve as warnings to the generation behind him, while “Dyin Breed,” “Pop Out,” and “Last Strike” all paint him as someone not to be toyed with. On the whole, *Die a Legend* is a portrait of an artist trapped between the plight that informs a great deal of his work and what lies beyond the determination to escape that trauma. Fortunately for Polo G, he’s singing about the experiences he’s already had as opposed to the ones yet to come.

There aren’t many rappers who can claim to have the stylistic influence that Young Thug has had—a fact that may or may not have slowed the once prolific artist’s rate of output. Never lacking in feature work, the majority of Thug’s career saw him release multiple projects annually before dropping the Future collaboration *SUPER SLIMEY* and the YSL Records showcase *Slime Language* in 2017 and 2018, respectively. A little more than halfway through 2019, Thugger awards his fans’ patience with *So Much Fun*, an album that not only reminds us what we’d been missing, but one whose title seems to speak directly to the experience of creating it. Thug sounds elated to be making music across *So Much Fun*, unloading quirky stream-of-consciousness bars like rounds from one of the many guns he so often cites. “I put on my brothers, I put on my bitch/Had to wear the dress, ’cause I had a stick,” he raps on “Just How It Is.” He gets explicit on “Lil Baby,” telling us, “She put my cum in her cup like it was shake/I’ll never fuck this bitch again, it was a mistake,” but also proclaims via “Ecstasy,” “I don’t wanna talk about no hoes with my dad.” Fair. The production on *So Much Fun*, along with the way Thug processes it, is based in trap but equally indebted to video game scoring and some unplaceable fantasy world. Frequent collaborators like Wheezy and Southside, as well as friend and former tourmate J. Cole, have pushed themselves to their weirdest in attempts to keep up with Thug’s vocal experiments. Here, they include playing with British slang (“Sup Mate”), aping Louis Armstrong’s singing voice (“Cartier Gucci Scarf”), and punctuating bars with Michael Jackson-reminiscent ad-libs (“Light It Up”). The MC is very clearly in his bag on *So Much Fun*, something that we might attribute to the peace he may have found as one of rap’s most revered innovators. He alludes to this himself on “Jumped Out the Window,” rapping, “I been in the top room at Tootsie’s, they ain’t stunt me/They know I got money, and I don’t want nothing.”

“You got to understand that at this point, I’m only two mixtapes out,” Roddy Ricch tells Apple Music. “Y\'all just now beginning to see me and we gon\' grow together.” The speed with which Roddy Ricch has made his name as one of the most important voices in LA rap is nearly unprecedented, but the specific leaps aren’t difficult to trace. His breakout tape *Feed Tha Streets II*—only the second one he made—features London On Da Track-produced “Die Young,” the song that gave him his first influx of attention. He’d follow that up by supplying fallen LA hero and friend Nipsey Hussle with an earworm of a chorus for “Racks in the Middle.” And then came “Ballin\',” the runaway smash from Mustard’s *Perfect Ten* album that sent Ricch well on his way to becoming a household name. Whatever\'s next for the Compton MC will likely come from his debut album, *Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial*, a project that features continued ruminations on success (“Perfect Time”), dalliances with spirituality (“Prayers to the Trap God”), and a fiery recounting of how far he\'s come as an artist and a human being (“Intro”). According to Ricch, it\'s the result of years of reflection both in and out of the studio. “I feel like progress really just comes from within,” he says. “Coming out of the streets, being a millionaire, and just knowing the different struggles that are in different people—you\'ll feel the progress because I\'m progressing. This ain\'t me trying to rap, it\'s just me just talking to you.” Below, Ricch details some of the factors that helped him toward the project\'s completion. **Make It Like a Movie** “I really just make music all the time. My process is not making an album or a mixtape. I just really just do it for fun. I like working hard, but really just recording when I have the inspiration to talk about something. I really put my brain around molding songs together and putting different artists together and just making it a movie.” **Get Introspective** “I feel like ‘Intro’ came when I realized that I wasn\'t a normal human being. I was seeing another side of having a little bread and traveling a little bit and just trying to motivate the people behind you that you got to lead into another type of promised land. You just reflect on all that and it bleeds into the music. You just talk that shit.” **Keep a Level Head** “I\'m not gon\' say I\'m always happy, but I\'m always content. When I was really blowing up, that was just a time in my life where bad stuff was happening to me. I was losing friends—I lost my best friend to a high-speed chase. Some of my friends went to jail for four or five years after having college scholarships, not even being involved in gangs but just really just being innocent bystanders walking down the street and they just felt like sliding on your side that day. This is the stuff I was going through before I got into the position of being able to travel and really make music.” **Open Up** “If I ever have to say something, \[it’s because\] that’s how I was feeling that day. I just put out ‘Ballin’’ with Mustard. Everybody that listens to that song tells me that it makes them happy. It’s because at that moment in time I had patched up my wounds from a lot of the street shit I went through and I felt good that day. So now it\'s like the more I begin to open up and drop more songs, people are seeing that I could do different things.” **Follow Nipsey’s Example** “All my closest relatives have quit their jobs and it\'s a business, you know what I\'m saying? My people are doing real estate, going into the trucking business, and really just trying to figure out different things. When my brothers and sisters, even my cousins and aunties are all just figuring out what their interests are, \[I feel like\] Moses in the Bible: leading people out of a situation and taking them into something different.”

“Walker Texas Ranger,” the standout single from DaBaby’s 2018 *Blank Blank* album, is also present on *Baby on Baby*. It\'s a stellar example of the Charlotte native’s appeal—the rapper’s husky delivery weaves in and out of paced bell chimes while rapping about his affinity for guns, his disdain for women with little to offer him besides their bodies, and a newfound potential for stardom. “It ain’t like Atlanta, I came out of Charlotte, that s\*\*t took me some time,” he raps. DaBaby once went by Baby Jesus, and the fact that he doesn’t take himself all that seriously is evident. Throughout a healthy stream of threats and braggadocio on “Suge,” you can hear the smirk on his face when he raps, “You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up all in front of your partners and children.” His choice of guests and their varying levels of fame (Offset, Rich Homie Quan, Stunna 4 Vegas) likewise says a great deal about what he values in a collaborator: MCs with energy that matches his own, and who can rap well, of course, but who also make it a point to laugh at their haters.

From the outset of his fame—or, in his earliest years as an artist, infamy—Tyler, The Creator made no secret of his idolization of Pharrell, citing the work the singer-rapper-producer did as a member of N.E.R.D as one of his biggest musical influences. The impression Skateboard P left on Tyler was palpable from the very beginning, but nowhere is it more prevalent than on his fifth official solo album, *IGOR*. Within it, Tyler is almost completely untethered from the rabble-rousing (and preternaturally gifted) MC he broke out as, instead pushing his singing voice further than ever to sound off on love as a life-altering experience over some synth-heavy backdrops. The revelations here are mostly literal. “I think I’m falling in love/This time I think it\'s for real,” goes the chorus of the pop-funk ditty “I THINK,” while Tyler can be found trying to \"make you love me” on the R&B-tinged “RUNNING OUT OF TIME.” The sludgy “NEW MAGIC WAND” has him begging, “Please don’t leave me now,” and the album’s final song asks, “ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?” but it’s hardly a completely mopey affair. “IGOR\'S THEME,” the aforementioned “I THINK,” and “WHAT\'S GOOD” are some of Tyler’s most danceable songs to date, featuring elements of jazz, funk, and even gospel. *IGOR*\'s guests include Playboi Carti, Charlie Wilson, and Kanye West, whose voices are all distorted ever so slightly to help them fit into Tyler\'s ever-experimental, N.E.R.D-honoring vision of love.

In the video for “Walker Texas Ranger,” Charlotte, North Carolina, MC DaBaby sports a weathered leather jacket and a cowboy hat while he drives a pickup truck clear off a cliff. This, along with the clip for “Suge,” where he can be seen dancing in a mail carrier’s uniform (“Pack in the mail, it’s gone”) and donning fake bodybuilder muscles, has led rap fans of a certain age to liken him to animated superstars past like Ludacris and Busta Rhymes. But to let DaBaby tell it, this innate wackiness is as much a part of him as the tattoos and jewelry he sports. “I\'m not too serious for myself,” he told Apple Music’s Ebro ahead of the release of *KIRK*. This album comes seven months after *Baby on Baby*, the rapper’s breakout project and home to the aforementioned “Walker Texas Ranger” and “Suge.” “A lot of n\*ggas are too serious for themselves, and that\'s not even them behind closed doors or off camera. As consumed as your time is in a business like this, being yourself got to be the smartest thing a person could do.” *KIRK* might be more DaBaby than he’s ever been: On “INTRO,” he gets deep into his family history, speaking candidly about losing his father in the midst of his rise. It’s a theme he revisits on “GOSPEL,” a song featuring straight-faced verses from Chance the Rapper and Gucci Mane as well as some R&B support from Florida singer YK Osiris. As past hits would attest, DaBaby is well-equipped to carry a song by himself, but he sounds great in tandem with voices like Nicki Minaj on “iPHONE” (“DaBaby and Da Barbie,” she quips), Lil Baby and Moneybagg Yo on “TOES,” and Migos on “RAW S\*\*T.” DaBaby’s rap style in particular features the kind of endlessly amusing non sequitur most of these artists made their names on. Every verse is a chance to show off, and is usually rooted in some kind of nonlinear storytelling. The chorus of “VIBEZ” takes listeners on an abbreviated journey through a day in the life. “She wanna fuck with me but I don’t got the time/I just hopped off a private plane and went and hopped on 85/Go call my chauffeur, bitch, ’cause I don’t like to drive/We in Suburbans back to back and we gon’ fill em up with vibes.” An aim to come off well as a rapper is something the MC does not take lightly but is also, as DaBaby would claim, just another facet of who he is. “I let the music take me there, but at the end of the day, I\'m just not no dumb n\*gga,” he tells Ebro. “I can walk into a building and have a conversation with somebody that went to school for 10 years and not miss a beat. And have them on the same frequency I\'m on. And vice versa. Then, I go in the hood and talk to any n\*gga in the hood. I\'m just a versatile person. And I got the brains to be able to play around with words.”

Houston\'s status as a fertile and influential rap mecca is still thriving as the rest of the world continues to catch up with the city\'s historically insular greatness. So consider Megan Thee Stallion an ambassador of what’s happening there now. From the blaxploitation vibes of its cover art to its loaded contents, her proper debut album builds upon the filthy flows that made her preceding *Tina Snow* project and its breakout single “Big Ole Freak” such an essential listen. Over live-wire beats informed less by purple drank and slab cars than by Cash Money and Hypnotize Minds, she doles out sex positivity and hustles wisdom about female empowerment in anthems like \"Dance\" and \"Money Good.\" Boasting a rare and deadly approach both lyrical and diabolical, she clowns hopeless imitators on “Realer” and provides ample ratchet motivation on the bassbin ruiner “Shake That.” Academy Award winner Juicy J, who produced three of *Fever*\'s cuts, doles out his legendary cosign with Southern pride, dropping a few raw bars himself on “Simon Says” alongside Megan’s characteristically raw ones.

So much has changed for BROCKHAMPTON since the release of 2018’s *iridescence*: separate cribs, elevated status, higher stakes and expectations. Speaking to Apple Music’s Zane Lowe, rap’s self-proclaimed boy band describe how they relied on trust to get them through: “Trusting that we put in that time together side by side, and trusting our hearts\' response to the call to creativity,” JOBA said. “Just trusting the process, moving through it, not even talking about what we\'re going to talk about, or what the topic even is.” For their fifth album, BROCKHAMPTON let things flow organically and allowed their hearts to speak. Soothing vocal melodies, guitar, and piano figure prominently on “NO HALO,” “SUGAR,” and “VICTOR ROBERTS.” They put their commanding voice to fears and concerns on some of the album’s most affecting tracks, like “ST. PERCY,” “IF YOU PRAY RIGHT,” and “BIG BOY.” After a year of change, the BROCKHAMPTON brotherhood remains tight as ever. “I think it goes back to us speaking the same language,” Kevin Abstract tells Lowe. “We all want the same thing out of this at the end of the day. No matter what it is we\'re doing, we put our heart and soul into it.”

On his new album Terror Management, billy woods weaves past, present and future into a dark tableau as hilarious as it is macabre. This is a place where skeletons spill from closets, lead pours from faucets and the punchline is the whole joke. This is the sound of the police not coming, of garbage trucks in reverse, of glaciers shearing off into a black ocean. But these are also tales of perseverance, compassion and love, however quixotic. Of snatching one’s humanity from the fires that rage all about us. Terror Management features production from Preservation, Blockhead, Willie Green, Messiah Muzik, Small Pro, ELUCID, Child Actor, Steel Tipped Dove, Uncommon Nasa, Jeff Markey and Shape. Together they create a backdrop of seamless fragmentation perfectly suited to these times—this era of cognitive dissonance. Mach Hommy, Fielded, Pink Siifu, Akai Solo, Lauren Kelly Benson (fka L’Wren) and The Funs all make guest appearances.

The most punk moment of 2019 is Rico Nasty screaming “Kennyyyyyy!” in a voice like a revved-up chainsaw. The DMV rapper reestablished her signature sound with producer Kenny Beats in 2018 through an alter ego called Trap Lavigne, recalibrating the “sugar trap” style of her early hits into devil-horns missives shouted over heavy metal beats. *Anger Management* is Rico and Kenny’s first full-length collaboration, and it begins in sheer chaos: “Cold” and “Cheat Code” sound like primal screams from the soul. But the mood mellows out over the course of nine bite-sized tracks—a conceptual journey of catharsis from two of the most inventive names in rap right now. It’s like a therapy session, if your therapist was prone to hollering, “I got bitches on my dick and I ain’t even got a dick!” over JAY-Z samples.

Chicago rapper Juice WRLD’s ascent happened so quickly that in the same year he released his 2018 debut *Goodbye & Good Riddance*, he was able to scratch an item off his career bucket list: creating *WRLD on Drugs*, a collaborative project with Future. Just five months after that, anxious to reacquaint the listening public with his own voice, Juice WRLD has delivered *Death Race for Love*—22 tracks, with only Brent Faiyaz, Clever, and Young Thug as guests. The significance of extra, unadulterated Juice WLRD is not lost on the MC, who raps on the project’s opener, “Empty”: “I was put here to lead the lost souls.” As operating practice, Juice WRLD trades in the dramatic—singing or rapping about love as the force powering his will to live, and also the one responsible for his inevitable undoing. He reaches his poetic peak on “Won’t Let Go,” crooning, “You can bury me with her/And if she die before me, kill me/And carry me with her.” Conversely, the love interest of “Make Believe” meets a grim fate, with Juice WRLD admitting, “I figure she was gonna break my heart regardless/So I took her out and dumped her in the garbage.” Elsewhere on the album are dramatically drawn-out beat changes (“10 Feet”), multiple flows within single songs (“The Bees Knees”), studied introspection (“Flaws and Sins”), and even a touch of flowery dancehall (“Hear Me Calling”). The cover of *Death Race for Love* features an illustrated version of Juice WRLD hovering over a demolition derby of sorts, likening the album to a video game. And not unlike a popular gaming title, there’s enough to explore within *Death Race* to keep all who engage it entertained for untold hours.

An eccentric like Madlib and a straightforward guy like Freddie Gibbs—how could it possibly work? If 2014’s *Piñata* proved that the pairing—offbeat producer, no-frills street rapper—sounded better and more natural than it looked on paper, *Bandana* proves *Piñata* wasn’t a fluke. The common ground is approachability: Even at their most cinematic (the noisy soul of “Flat Tummy Tea,” the horror-movie trap of “Half Manne Half Cocaine”), Madlib’s beats remain funny, strange, decidedly at human scale, while Gibbs prefers to keep things so real he barely uses metaphor. In other words, it’s remarkable music made by artists who never pretend to be anything other than ordinary. And even when the guest spots are good (Yasiin Bey and Black Thought on “Education” especially), the core of the album is the chemistry between Gibbs and Madlib: vivid, dreamy, serious, and just a little supernatural.

Where do you go after you’re nominated for a Grammy for what is only your second proper album? If you’re celebrated North Carolina MC Rapsody, you go only wherever your heart desires—for her, that was down a path forged by historic black women before her. “When I think of why I am who I am, it\'s because I\'m inspired by so many dope women,” Rapsody tells Apple Music. “Dope men, too, but mostly dope women.” The MC’s third album *Eve* (named for that biblical mother of humanity) is a series of dedications to these women—some literal, others figurative, and still others simply named for individuals who embody ideals the artist felt compelled to extol. “It was easy once I had a concept,” she says. “All these women have different energies and they represent different things to me. And the bars just connected on their own, to be honest. Once you have the idea, the basis of what you want to write, everything else is just freedom and truth.” Lead single “Ibtihaj” (as in Olympic fencer Ibtihaj Muhammad, the first Muslim American woman to wear a hijab while competing for the United States in the Olympics) features a sample of GZA’s “Liquid Swords” along with guest spots from D’Angelo and The Genius himself. Elsewhere, the voices of rising New York MC Leikeli47, Los Angeles singer K. Roosevelt, and the legendary Queen Latifah ring out to help Rapsody tell the tales of “Oprah,” “Maya,” and “Hatshepsut,” respectively. *Eve* also features fellow generational talent and early Rapsody supporter J. Cole, who, during the sessions for “Sojourner,” helped distill his and Rapsody’s shared purpose as educators. “That whole song came from a two-, three-hour conversation that myself, J. Cole, and Ninth Wonder had in the studio,” Rapsody explains. “We were talking about Ninth’s generation versus me and Cole\'s. Everything is on the internet; they don\'t have to go and talk to each other face to face. In school they don\'t learn about all our black heroes. Some of them don\'t even want to know who Malcolm X is, who Betty Shabazz is. So that turned into: What is our responsibility as artists? We teach through our music. We should have fun, we should vibe out, but we have a responsibility to be reporting and talk about what\'s going on.” What that means for *Eve* is that the MC gets to honor some of her biggest inspirations as she earns a place among them.

“Rapper who’s more like a singer” isn’t exactly a novelty nowadays, but few pull off double duty more gracefully than Rod Wave, the Florida native who offsets gruff bars about trauma with achingly soulful melodies. His predilection for the latter has never been more obvious than on *Ghetto Gospel*: “Close Enough to Hurt” is a straight-up soul ballad, albeit one about keeping people at arm’s length because of past betrayals, and “Counted Steps” offers one of his most powerful vocal performances to date. Picture Kevin Gates, if Kevin Gates had near-perfect pitch—fittingly, given that the Baton Rouge rapper is credited as the project’s executive producer and pops up for two world-weary guest verses.

“I’m not trying to make anything massive, I’m not trying to make hit records,” Post Malone tells Apple Music’s Zane Lowe. It’s somewhat unconvincing coming from one of the most popular artists on the planet, but whatever he’s doing, it’s working. His third full-length album, *Hollywood’s Bleeding*, is bright and adventurous. Sure, it’s filled with all the flexing and bravado he’s known for, and features from Meek Mill, Travis Scott, Young Thug, Swae Lee, and more prove that Post hasn’t veered too far from hip-hop. But it’s also more sentimental, gentle, and pop-focused than ever. “Allergic” and “A Thousand Bad Times” are bouncy and melodic, and “I’m Gonna Be” is a joyous celebration of having fun and living your own truth. It’s fun to hear about Post’s opulent lifestyle, but he knows his fans, and he knows how to connect with them on a more grounded level. “It means a lot that if somebody is hundreds of thousands of miles away, they can sit and relate to the music,” he says. “And they come up to me to say something like, ‘Hey, I don’t want a picture, I just wanted to say your song saved my life.’” Beneath the Versace boxers and mink coats, Post is clearly wounded, and breakup tracks abound on the album’s more down-to-earth, relatable side. Future and Halsey feature on album highlight “Die For Me,” a slick, bitter attack on a lying ex-lover. Each artist takes turns airing dirty laundry and singing the chorus: “Said you’d take a bullet, told me you would die for me/I had a really bad feeling you been lying to me.” “Staring at the Sun” is a gorgeous synth-pop collaboration with SZA about the final throes of a doomed relationship: “If you keep staring at the sun, you won’t see what you have become/This can’t be everything you thought it was, blinded by the thought of us.” “I want to do something weird and funky,” he tells Lowe, preparing listeners for the album’s more surprising moments. Kanye West cowrote (but doesn’t appear on) “Internet,” a rejection of social media and technology which blooms into a majestic orchestral arrangement. But the most unlikely collaboration on the album—and possibly of 2019 as a whole—can be found on “Take What You Want,” featuring Travis Scott and Ozzy Osbourne. Scott’s smoky Auto-Tune isn’t the most natural accompaniment to an eerie Black Sabbath-esque riff and scorching guitar solo, but, somehow, it works.