Mixtape-only release from about a year or so ago, over some soulful 80s one track jack I should probably recognize but don’t, Free and Bleek drop some straight raps about working the night shift drug pushing. Although I loved “What We Do” it was really this track that got me excited about the eventually disappointing Free solo album. Free has this Ghostface-ness about him, how his voice gets more intense and and excited but he’s less abstract, running from cops, selling to fiends, all these ridiculous internal rhymes: “Fiends they be up and about/ en route / try to pick somethin’ up they can trade for the base and uh/ that’s bas-ically what its about / watch ya mouth when thugs talk/ late night when its dark/ release the park park up right on my pavement/ my patience wearin’ down slowing down my payment/ they pay me, throw stray shots at the narcs in the dark…” This track epitomizes show-dont-tell rapping, a descriptive and inspired performance.
Ends with Freeway:
“…Now this lady trynna cop
got a lot in the middle
kicked out the line
don’t need that shit on my mind
Another crack baby up in the spittle
crack put me in the ‘lac
crack put me in the jail
crack that I flip gave me money for bail
but still had to go to court
crack got your boy caught in the system….”
This song is fucking great.