Folks, this is why we have the word “banger.” I guess we also have it for ordering sausages in England, and you could use it to refer to a gavel if you were an idiot, but the word’s best suited to describe a knock-out floor-filler like this. I listened to this thing four times in my car on the way to work today, real talk. Go throw down a buck for this jawn on iTunes, burn it to a disc, and play it in your car. (If you don’t have a car, buy a car first. Then buy the song on iTunes.) The verses are par for the (Luda)course, but the hook – a chipmunk querying just how low you can over an erupting synth riff – is the most exciting moment in rap so far this year.
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