If your French does not go beyond “Je ne comprend Français” then take it from us; Denimwoods’ heart is shattered and is subject to condemnation simply because there no reassembling the mosaic. Without losing the song’s original essence, he gives Tayc’s Moi, Je Prouve (I Do Prove) a pristine facelift, and now we’re all taking French lessons. Both the original song and the cover are as calm as a retiree…
Attachment is just one of the many things in life that ought to be done in moderation. Always. If learning that your partner has a life outside you begin to feel like a betrayal, then you do not need me to tell you the kind of trouble you’re in. Kyla Blac’s Obsession comes at you in waves and has an appropriate amount of dramatization coming from that instrumental that samples…
Rivals is an impenetrable fort of solid anger, but one with a soulful side. The song doesn’t have so much as a single speck of warmth, as one would hope. “Rivals” is jet-black by design; made up of seriously murky remarks but varnished with an untroubled luster. Most of the song’s content borders on vengeance and vehemence and is almost stereotypical. It’s the kind of song you know is toxic to any form of rich inner living but you don’t even bat an eye while listening, because it’s that good. Based on this song and some of his old projects, Stunna Gambino can almost be referred to as a prodigy, and that’s something that cant be said about most rappers on the rise. Seriously, one can only imagine the luminosity…
