Logic sets the pace with a running flow, sounding effortless as he flexes his technical prowess. It’s likely that many have already prematurely predicted “lyrical miracles” on this go-around, yet Bobby Tarantino still allows himself room for a playful streak. It’s clear that there’s a sort of healthy competition transpiring, as both aspire to reach the upper echelon of their craft, holding shared values and principles.
Eminem matches Logic’s energy and then some, weaving impressive double-time schemes laced with homages to former collaborator Jay-Z, with whom he once traded bars on “Renegade.” The post-Kamikaze venom still lingers, as Em’s tirade picks up whirlwind momentum; the same targets are once again shown no mercy, particularly those who rely on ghostwriters to pen their bars. His clever ear remains intact (“you couldn’t hold a candle at a prayer vigil”) though at this point, Em has become somewhat of a divisive artist and unlikely to convert the skeptics. Still, he’s comfortably in his element on “Homicide,” finding himself a lyrical sparring partner and indulging in a bit of Chris D’Elia inspired self-deprecation.
With so many foul lines, you think I’m a free throw Figured it was about time for people to eat crow You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes From the East Coast to the West, I’m the ethos and I’m the G.O.A.T Who the best, I don’t gotta say a fuckin’ thing, though ‘Cause MCs know But you don’t wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tailbone Or you’re trapped in your cell phone Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe I don’t want to fuckin’ listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
The Shady Renaissance is upon us. Compton’s Boogie is set to kick off the movement tomorrow with his new album Everything’s For Sale, and now, one of the project’s most anticipated tracks has surfaced. “Rainy Days” marks the first collaboration between Boogie and Em, who each hold it down for a verse apiece. “I come from this shit where the shit can get Shady my chances was Slim,” spits Boogie, over a morose, horn-driven trap instrumental from Fresh Ayr, STREETRUNNER & S1. Opting for a laid-back delivery, Boogie sets the tone effectively, setting the stage for Eminem to slide through with his first contribution of 2019.
The instrumental evolves upon Shady’s entry, conjuring up an appropriately cinematic feel. Picking up where Kamikaze left off, Em brings out a variety of flows, spitting whirlwind bouts of multisyllabic storytelling in unparalleled fashion. “You’re trippin’ off of tryptophan and tripped a fan in Switzerland, just for askin’ an autograph or picture, then ripped it in half, and whipped it at him and kick his ass all the way back to Michigan,” he raps, before slowing it down for the close. Overall, it’s a great showcase of what appears to be a budding musical chemistry, and we look forward to catching Boogie’s album in full when it drops tomorrow.
Marshall is dead in the water but not that I care Dre said, “Rock the boat” and the Doc is my pier So, it’s unanimous, you’re at attention, the planet’s listenin’ And their banana splits again, which has its advantages But when you got nothing to say except for the hand your dick is in And if your plan’s to stick it in Janice Dickens And imagine if the Temazepam is kickin’ in and it’s havin’ you panic-stricken You’re trippin’ off of tryptophan and tripped a fan in Switzerland Just for askin’ an autograph or picture, then ripped it in half And whipped it at him and kick his ass all the way back to Michigan