Kanye West says it himself, “No one man should have all that power.”

Too bad West has it all.

After two years away from producing an album, West’s My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy takes his music to a place it has circled around, but has yet to dive into, in the past — the depths of West’s lyrical, mesmerizing, and artistic mind.

MBDTF transcends rap and hip hop as the world knows it with futuristic beats seen in “Blame Game,” “Dark Fantasy,” and “Power.” West throws down unseen rhymes on top of smooth, rock-album-sounding beats. He raps on top of trumpet melodies in “All of the Lights” and on top of piano riffs in “Blame Game.” In the ultimate culmination to his album, “Lost in the World,” West not only shows his expertise as a producer, but also spits beautiful, relatable lyrics concerning everyone’s dark, twisted temptations:

“Your my devil, your my angel / Your my heaven, your my hell / You’re my now, you’re my forever / You’re my freedom, your my jail / You’re my lies your my truth / You’re my war you’re my truce / You’re my questions your my proof / Your my stress and your my masseuse”

His work, especially his intricate, futuristic beats, is something new to the hip hop ear. West is the rap game standard — he doesn’t follow everyone else. MBDTF is something the industry will look to mimic in the future — only they won’t do it as well.

Only West can convince Chris Rock or Elton John to be in a hip hop album. Rock’s comedic stitch at the end of “Blame Game” provides a new platform for stand-up comedy. John’s vocals at the end of “All of the Lights” properly finishes an amazing rap song that may easily be considered the best song on the album.

But calling this album rap is just doing it a disservice. This is better than T–Pain crap. This is better than Lil Wayne talking about his Blood gang. This is better than Jay-Z talking about his life in Brooklyn. This is something new. This is a new genre.

Let’s just name it Kanye.