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Thomas Inskeep: Taking Biggie’s mush-mouthed-ness even further and melding it with extreme Auto-Tune, Quan is in some ways barely understandable.
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Pair it with “Trap Queen” as the season’s sweetest we-made-it crossover. The way he skips and skids around goofy punchlines about how he “don’t wear big clothes like Ma$e!” truly is a consistent pinwheel of emoting, which can leave you dizzy and out of breath while Rich Homie Baby still stays flexin’.Īlfred Soto: Like a lovestruck nerd who can’t speak without mangling a sentence, Quan hangs on to the three-note sequencer for dear life, drawls come-ons, slurs non-sequiturs (“I wear glasses cause I know these niggas watchin”), and answers his own questions. He raps like the overgrown lanky nerd from teen movies hitting the prom dance floor (not for nothing, he looks like one too). While former sparring partner Thugger went off into ornamental grandioseness, Quan is constantly bluster and stumble. My friend recently called me about Quan, high and distraught, claiming he “never stops sounding like a Shakespearean Drama.” It doesn’t matter if its the molly-saturated thirst of collabs like “Mamacita,” the vengeful passion of “Daddy,” or here on what should be such a simple and pointless little bop. A man who recently punched out a security guard and got away on a speedboat while screaming “I’M RICH HOMIE QUAN!” like some surreal Chappelle Show skit come to life. A young man who upon his arrival to greatness was unfairly described as a Future clone despite NOT RAPPING LIKE FUTURE AT ALL. But that’s not why we’re here, we’re here for Rich Homie Quan. In fact you can’t tell me the filter-madness in the accompanying video isn’t just the files being corrupted by Nitti’s paramecium in the guts of DJ Mustard-formed-via-a-poor-decision-at-Fatburger beat. Micha Cavaseno: Nitti, last seen soundtracking Young Dro riding a horse while dressed in all-Polo for some unnecessary 8Ball & MJG single, has re-emerged from the toxic stew with er… Toxic neon stew. The two are exemplified by the way he personifies his haters: “ How much you made?” followed up quickly by a petty “ $100,000 just in two days.” I hope Quan never stops going in.
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Rich Homie Quan has now landed a great summer rap hit a third year in a row ( 1 and 2), and it is full of the ad-libs and classic Quan lines. “Flex” is produced by Nitti, who is sometimes brought up with a “Who? Oh yeah that guy” but was never given the proper credit for what he did, especially after this Southern simplicity went out of style. Tracks like “Flex (Ooh Ooh Ooh)” make rap radio still sound like rap radio. There’s more pop on rap radio now, and with few exceptions like the remarkable “Trap Queen,” it doesn’t seem to be moving in the opposite direction. I can’t see rappers jumping on the remix, just pop-radio DJ sets.Ĭrystal Leww: Rap radio has finally be infiltrated by the dreary sounds of Charlie Puth’s voice, which is completely expected given the way that the Billboard changes have affected the rap charts and rap radio in the last few years. Nitti’s bassline keeps trying to push things to whimsical territory, and Quan’s deft, Rich Boy-esque touch does its best to accommodate. It sizzles like heat waves rising out of concrete and snaps like the tab on a Coke can.īrad Shoup: He wants a solo smash, and he’s pursuing it with a shark’s velocity: no pauses, instant annotation for his toupée joke, that parenthetical hook deployed at every opportunity. Madeleine Lee: While I wait for the dog days of summer to arrive, I’ve been listening to this on repeat. Donnie Trumpet & the Social Experiment.I LIE HERE BURIED WITH MY RINGS AND MY DRESSES.Email (song suggestions/writer enquiries).