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.
