“leader”—with a beat like an old salem song bit-crushed to oblivion—registers as beyond vapid, a disjointed string of corny boasts and buzzwords. but notice how he builds momentum through internal rhyme, or the way he litters hooks with dumb-on-purpose malapropisms (“leave it in the...
forever. To freeze this remarkable age where they wake me up at 6 am by jumping on my most sensitive bits asking if they can play Nintendo, and yet also wake me up at midnight to tell me all about their nightmare that somehow divulges into an hour long monologue about why Roblox is,...