1. Drake definitely made good on his promise to show critics that his R&B posturing doesn't mean he still can't rap his ass off. Nothing Was The Same is an incredible RAP album. He’s rhyming with purpose.
2. Sonically, the album taps into yet another realm completely different from Thank Me Later and Take Care. The production is dark, but as complex as ever. Congrats to 40 for losing that obsession with 808s. He's really found his own space in the emo-genre.
3. Drake's consistent ear for melody is reminiscent of 50 Cent's and Ja Rule's reigns. “Wu-Tang Forever," "Own It," "Too Much"—the hooks are instantly quotable rap jingles. No one's beating him at that.
4. In the progression from So Far Gone to Nothing Was The Same, Drake’s subject matter hasn't changed much. Family dysfunction, destructive relationships with women, unwanted but wanted excess, fame hurts, repeat. He’s still the Kleenex champ when it comes to putting feelings on paper.
5. The production on “305 to My City” is dripping with Southern deliciousness with a side of Devante Swing ballad muscle. Still a bit boring. Skip.