I rate this artist, not only can he perform in the booth but on the boards!
Big K.R.I.T. — a 24-year-old rapper and producer who’s proudly upholding the Southern hip-hop tradition — is on a roll. Last year’s release K.R.I.T. Wuz Here made him an MC to watch; this year’sReturn Of 4Eva…
“I’m feeling like what the fuck, they want my soul
Like my ancestors’ ain’t enough
If I can’t trust my own government, who can I trust?
If I abuse myself daily, who can I love?
Shorty might have AIDS like who can I fuck? Sure enough
That be the day that the rubber bust or I have a kid
The pride to all the things that my father did
Cause the momma was a groupie and I was on some rapper shit
They gave me Hell like I asked for it
Signing everything under the sun but they ain’t after K.R.I.T.
I guess I didn’t swag enough
Stupid fruity pebble chain, Louis bag enough
Popping tags, model bitches, couldn’t brag enough
Bubble kushy, stupid loud patch it, lag enough
Steady acting like I ain’t had enough
Ten chains on your neck like you ain’t flash enough
I wreck so many times, I guess I ain’t crash enough
On the track like I’m pushing crack, bag it up
I tell these niggas to back it up
My bitch like Scar’s, gave the Louis rag to her
‘Sace shades on my eyes like I ain’t seeing the hate
Too fresh to death, I couldn’t attend the wake
That’s too lyrical, he been round busting
Mississippi? Well, he don’t sound Southern
He be down cause it’s since ‘05, I swear
The game’s a pound of Reggie
So anything I sell’s a breath of air
Yeah, fuck with me”—“Children of the World,” K.R.I.T. Wuz Here, Big K.R.I.T. (via meandmyradio)