Riff: Chuck Strangers – “Fresh”

Oct 11, 2017

I hit the bong cypher now, gawd/That’s when I get anti-social/Curve them fake fucks, just like I’m supposed to/Can’t believe he had the nerve to approach you

from Fresh lyrics by Chuck Strangers

A two-tier beat reflects the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde side of a budding Pro Era star. The first half has him delivering clean, mid-century modern raps; a straight up rhyme carnival with enough goodies to engage patrons from all walks of life. The second half is far more sinister, and his him stalking his prey like a hungry jaguar. In one grand gesture he’s bringing rap peons to their knees; throwing explosive grenades from all angles. When he’s sober he’s lithe and wiry, but when he gets blunted it’s a whole different story. Either way he’s cocked and loaded, and depending on his state of mind he can either bring the sweet or the sour.


Riff by Jeff Min

Jeff Min is a Chicago-based writer at SONGLYRICS. His work has appeared in the Chicago Sun-Times, Hi-Fructose, Wax Poetics, SLAM, and HOOP.

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