Dirty and drugged loops that sound like something Capadonna would’ve milked a cow over. Bring forth Chester Watson, head full of scabs, frame full of high blood pressure, kicking these rotten samurai skeins. Higher than Hemp heads, rugged as Hempstead. This is just 96 seconds of severed arteries and bullion bars. He tweeted yesterday that his throwaway lines are better than your whole mixtape. And for the most part, it isn’t wrong. This is like a discus casually tossed that smacks someone in the spine and causes them to crumple. And he never had to raise his voice.
