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Hail!!
Flex Freestyle, Vol 1 now Vol 2
who had a better year?

Thought is so good and so consistent that we take him for granted. Never had a fall off. He's ridiculous.I resigned to that fact some years ago.
I'm more inclined to be the guy saying it now.
Dude has quietly put out the most consistent catalogs of rhymes for decades now.
Got a Hall of Fame level band backing him, the whole Roots story is some wild, unique and inspiring shyt.
Been watching it unfold this whole time has been
I need to see 'em live again![]()
Agree with everything you wrote.It's ok I guess. The rapping is dope but my issue here is the same I had with the last one...these feel less like songs than a collection of verses, the production is secondary and the songwriting is usually non-existent. I came around on the 9th Wonder one, and enjoy it now. This one...eh. I get the James Brown vibes, and the funk. But I've long argued that live instrumentals in rap rarely sound funky and instead sound like James Brown rip offs...and it's very apparent here. Same reason I can't stand Adrian Younge produced rap shyt. It just sounds static and stale.
There was a lot of improvisation and drug induced fukkery in James Brown's band music. Whereas modern imitators have a very "clean" funk sound that just doesn't do it justice.
Mannn I've been listening to this album nonstop since it dropped
Black thought is the best rapper of 2018. I want to say Lu but Black Thought has been more active. This dude has no whack verse.on either project shyt when was the last time he dropped a mediocre verse
LONG LIVETH
Greetings and salutations, I'm runnin' outta patience
So everything in moderation, even moderation
Check every single allegation for re-calibration
Call that the big pay back, it's debt consolidation
The credit fell, what the hell, too much béchamel
Well, F-M-L, they desecrated the decibel
Go check the mail then let me know if it's heads or tails
My ears burn like desert trails and Jezebels
Uh, somebody must be talkin' 'bout me
For carryin' a big stick and walkin' loudly
Articles in the Times and the New Yorker 'bout me
My killer instinct is like Orca, probably
I'm a Pulitzer Prize Fighter how I vaporize writers
Shut 'em down at one time, synchronize silence
Make the audience forget you, call it Alzheimer's
Child rhymers don't come at the old timers
Whether your fan base is lil' mommas or Obamas
How you claim to have somethin' in check with no commas?
You and Mary got the same request, it's No Drama
I'm the pinnacle of language, yes, the Dalai Lama
Who the clown talkin' down to the twenty-one pound?
I gotta send him some rounds to simmer him down
'Cause you're not worthy to even touch the hem of the gown
The brim of the crown, motherfukker, remember the sound
It's like
THE WAY HE SWITCH THE FLOW AND MURDERES THE SECOND VERSE
Since the second grade I been gainfully employed
Hustlin' for change everyday from three to four
When other kids was into playin' games and bein' bored
Goin' against the grain's what I painfully enjoyed
When they was into race cars, trains, TV and toys
I was thinkin' fat gold chains and freakazoids
Fillin' the deeper void, listenin' to that Indecent Noise
People used to tell me, "Boy, your brain gon' be destroyed"
Left hand to the law, right hand to Allah
Both hands to applaud who brought sand to the shore
Confessin' all your sins to the dope man through a door
I seen a preacher man sniffin' cocaine through a straw
We almost had it all, just one more cannon ball
And two more Geritol with one more Adderall
I got the game sewn like the tailor of Panama
Now I go by the name of an untamed animal
Wonderin' how I can evolve to prestigious and less vicious
A more visceral individual, best wishes
Just on principle, I been answerin' death wishes
What the Lord giveth is a king, long liveth
Him and Lupe are the best rappers alive man