G Rap starts his verse with that typical style of painting a setting; “Yeah, corporate money, gorgeous honies, Tommy guns roar like the The Roaring Twenties. G Corleone in an office with Sonny, round magazine bullets lost in your tummy”.
They’re not treading any new ground here, but in today’s climate of watered down hip hop it’s a delight to hear some aggressive, no frills lyricism.
Necro’s angry, fast and urgent delivery is alternated by Kool G Rap’s more laidback approach. While Necro pretty much eats up the beat and leaves no room to escape, G Rap lets the beat breathe a bit more, while still coming with dope punchlines off course. Both styles have their charm and work well together.