The chicken came before the egg is my hypothesis, and/This ain’t a album, this an algorithm, yeah/We went from pickin’ cotton for men in wigs and stockings/To liberation and renaissances — what is this nonsense?!
from Threatening Nature lyrics by Ab-Soul
Born from shadows and ill will, the Grim Reaper of TDE lets it rip. A dark cloud looms over the beat, swirling around like an angry cyclone. It’s macabre, but not without cause. He’s dismantling all the so called truths, and revealing the lies that exist at the heart. Wielding his lyrical ax and he’s chopping down all the age-old archetypes, a gifted troubadour looking to slay false prophets.
