There are plenty of unfortunate references to "hittin' skins," and "cave-dwellin" paired with more Fidel Castronaut-esque funk beats. Smooth production and syrupy flows. Rap just ain't what it used to be kids!
A little throwback to show my face for the first time since I posted that french garbage 3 months ago. Photo cred.: ANDREW FUCKING DODD. Brixton, London, SW9.