YG‘s My Krazy Life might be one of the most important rap albums of the last couple years - because for all of the buzz the West Coast has rightfully earned over the last couple years (Odd Future and TDE spearheading it all), Kendrick Lamar is the only West Coast rapper to reaaaaaally make it big.  And we all know that particularly in this musical environment, great music only gets you so far.  ScHoolboy Q can sell all the records he wants, but it’ll take a lot more than amazing albums to get you to where Kendrick is now, and Oxymoron’s quality has been put under heavy scrutiny given that Vince Staples, Freddie Gibbs, and now YG have put out better gangsta rap albums than him in less than a month.  Here’s the deal: YG is potentially the rare artist that has incredible commercial and critical appeal while not appearing to give a shit about either.  DJ Mustard deserves a lot of the credit here (he’s the star of the show for much of My Krazy Life; suffice to say that he’s come a long way since his “Rack City” days), but YG’s a remarkably capable rapper who can pull off “My Nigga” just as well as he can pull off “Sorry Momma.”  A music scene needs its prodigious artists, but also ones that can catapult it into actual relevancy – meaning, among the actual people.  It takes about three songs of My Krazy Life to realize that YG is ruling the summer.