Actually, the Hip-Hop Classic Committee would probably deny me a vote. I just haven't kept up with enough stuff over the past few years. I needed a Google search to tell me that 7L & Esoteric were not some kids but veterans almost 20 years deep in the game. Given that I lack the necessary credentials to be seated, I hope this amicus brief pleases the court.
Anyway, Czarface rocks the bells. The emcees reminds me of Black Thought, not in style, but in the sense that you are in the hands of a consummate professional. Not sure that either Deck or Esoteric deliver a whole lot of memorable verses or even lines, but the skill and craft are evident in every syllable. Given than beats mean more to me that rhymes, a high level of competency is enough to satisfy.
And those beats? Son. SON. Somebody got high honors on their thesis at the University of Shaolin. If Ghost had his way and a good ear, he'd have dropped whatever money he needed to buy them all, dropped the Octagonycologist verses, and released the whole thing as Supreme Clientele II. When I reviewed that Kendrick Lamar joint, I denied it personal classic status because the verses were just a wee bit too digital for my tastes. Well, that's not a problem with Csarface in the least. The hiss in the drums is there. The boom bap is alive. The martial arts samples and looped weird noises that sounds like martial arts soundtracks are there. The ill scratches are there.
Son, I fucks wit the beats. I fucks wit them completely and wit great vigor.
Yeah, so if you ever threw up a W, you need this shit.
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