This is fully self-serving, but I wanted to publish a series of predictions for the next year, just to look back twelve months later and see how remarkably stupid I was in January. Here we go:

1. Detroit will continue to run rap, and somebody will actually blow up into the mainstream (further than, say, “Bloxk Party” or “Dynamic Duo”).
2. J. Cole will drop both The Fall Off and his stupid alter-ego album. Each will be entirely produced by him, with no features, and as a result they’ll both be fucking awful. Any respect garnered by his feature-run or the good songs on ROTD3 will be gone.
3. Frank Ocean will be silent for the majority of the year, cancel his Coachella performance, and release one (1) single in November; it’ll be another strange, hazy electronic track, and the remix (a Beats Radio exclusive) will feature a fifteen-second verse from 645AR.
4. Lil Uzi Vert will drop Eternal Atake, or whatever he can call it without getting sued, and it will sound like music from 2045.
5. Young Thug and Rich Homie Quan will tease a comeback, but one of them will brutally insult the other on IG Live, and we’ll all just listen to Tha Tour: Pt. 1 for the millionth time.
6. Key! will release another perfect album, and very few people will notice 😦
7. Baby Keem and Playboi Carti will collaborate, and it will singlehandedly solve most social ills.
8. Drake will do something disgusting, but everyone will forget about it in 48 hours after him and Adonis drop their reggaeton EP (Drake EP = 17 songs).
9. A white rapper will get caught being absolutely racist, and then headline a major festival.
10. No album will move me as much as Circles will.