Southern-sharpened ‘bow-throwing from NYC’s Grafh, someone who “shook hands with the Reaper” and carries a T.I. bandyness of jaw over firebreathing beats making a quick buck off the crunk wagon – up-down synth twiddles on top of a chomping bottom end. ‘Heat Cocked’ grinds ‘Phat Planet’ into the dirt, dredging up sludge with Jae Hood through teeth gritted to shattering point.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
