Freddie (and maybe still.grimey?) Back!

LaGreezy would like you to remember Spicoli grew up to become a cop.

I have been in my damn feelings. A self-identified “rap guy”, and I’ve been stuck in a mindstate where I’ve convinced myself that I looked up one day and the whole game just passed me by. I’ve vocalized as much. I either don’t get, or don’t feel compelled enough to give Lil Du Jour very much, if any, burn at all (I promise that was not a shot at Lil Pump - this video forever) . Save for the new E-40 and B-Legit record (!!), which my god you need to go shlump right the fuck now, many of seasoned artists I adore weren’t really producing enough to keep my attention.

Enter Freddie Gibbs. Perhaps I’ve been existing in California for way longer than is palatable for a loyal-to-the-soil Northwesterner, but my god his new record “Colors” is the best song I’ve heard since *extremely 'Love Sosa' intro voice* I DONT KNOW WHEN. Armed with a saxophone sample perfect enough to make Gerry Rafferty blush, the Leauge of Starz production will endear itself to everybody from the 14 year old in line of Fairfax to your most obnoxious rappity rap friend with a Jansport. This isn't to say the record sounds dated, quite the contrary, this motherfucker timeless. I can not even begin to venture a guess as to how many shirtless dominoes contests this will soundtrack this summer .

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