Heavy, palpable humidity. A heat that’s ancient. With all his raw fruits & veggies, chuckles and excursions to and from an unknown planet, there’s little that Ras G can’t do with the magic of an SP-404. Here, he cooks up a brutally stripped back processional march that’s little more than some drums and atonal horns. Barreling in with a UGK reference, fly anakin’s flows are deliciously frantic. He doesn’t waste time though. Clocking in at less than two minutes, he’s delivering his end-of-the-world speech. The world’s on fire, and for some reason, observations like “nothing like sex in a new dimension” are strangely apropos.
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