Ghetto commodore singing/Tours for my whores swinging/On my heart swore I pour plenty more semen/Or explore cunnilingus/Dummy tore through that boy for pointing fingers
from Traffic Jam (Easy Bake Remix) lyrics by Jay Rock
A stealthy rework of an already fresh anthem, one that adds a little more lyrical bounce to the step. There’s a throwback soul element underscoring the whole song, which conjures up memories of the neo-soul movement, and King Kendrick couldn’t help but dip his pen in the ink. It’s a little more lax than other songs, but no less fresh. A killer example of nimble, light-footed wordplay.
