Yung Tayza, “No Homo” f/ Shy Glizzy (2013) King Green
I don’t actually know this but here’s exactly what happened: Tayza got this great King Green beat in his email, got high as shit and wrote his verse. He doesn’t say it just like that, thankfully, but the signs are all there. Right off the bat he’s fukkin up and dropping the pack out his waistband, two seconds later he’s ashing on his wife-beater and then when he’s turns to rapping about having a threesome, for some reason one of them’s eating a light caesar salad. Even the entire hook is just the laziest possible comeback to “Fuck You”. Add Shy Glizzy and this is straight to the summer playlist.
No junkie-strained hook to take a bit of getting used to on this one, this is shitbag zen. No other rapper out right now can see Gleesh on his mumbling-to-myself game or are anywhere close to being as committed as Gleesh is to choking the last drop of meaning out of the english language one lonely word at a time. RIP “Forty”.
Iono anythin else about Sam Pain or Church other than that Sam Pain is the one rapping and Church is the producer (update: Sam is 13 14!) but I do know that worried big sister raps account for some 30-40% of all nationally recognizable DC hits, so this is blowing my face off right now. This is the best thing ever filmed off M St. bar none.
The “Quarles Street Shawty” music video was originally included in this post but YouTube says it was taken down following a copyright claim by the producer, Lolo from Monumental Muzik, so hopefully that shit gets sorted out soon cuz that song and Lolo’s anti-beat deserve the push.
Instead its just half (hopefully) of Oochie’s new single off the Dewprint 2, “Turn Down for Wat”, produced by the King of MIDI-clappas Young Clip. All Hail Clip.
Whip Game Whitey, “Best Kept Secret” (2013) Best Kept Secret
rap-does-gogo is usually better the more loose n open, for example I’ve replayed this maybe fifteen times in a row and am still not convinced those first four bars are actually the hook, hence I fuck with this song.
Judging by the view and his fedora, Glocworld and his guest could be anywhere from Habana to the Harbor. You don’t ask Jay how he got in to Cuba and you don’t ask Glocworld how he paid for this room. It kindas got that strip synthy Weeknd-type thing goin on in the back s/o the ladies but the button-mashing that pops in and out, that 8-bit glitch has been my shit lately.