Another fucking Zed Zilla post

No homo, but your boy was totally crestfallen when finding out that, after Hell Rell had blazed those 2 over-the-phone freestyles from prison on Diplomatic Immunity, he wasn't the heartthrob Harlem kingpin in the vein of Alpo he'd claimed but just some Craig Mack lookalike weed carrier sporting 3 separate t-shirts simultaneously, who'd then go on to spend the rest of his career hoping no one would notice that he was brazenly pinching Lox punchlines left, right and centre.

I was consumed with that same level of disappointment last week after it transpired that I'm Da Boss wouldn't be on Rents Due when I'd been fiending for it for over a year, but it turns out that there's 1 song on there which is acting as masking tape for my broken heart, and although it doesn't display the same sort of pop sensibility as I'm Da Boss, it works as a B. side to that cut so I'm no longer stricken with the same blues as Anthony Michael Hall in The Breakfast Club when Emilio Estevez and Judd Nelson get to waltz off into the dusky Chicago sunset with Ally Sheedy and Molly Ringwald. You're the one for me, doggie :

Zed Zilla - No Chorus
(From Rents Due mixtape; 2011)


Every thug rapper from N.Y to the Bay and back to Philly was required to rap over at least one cheap College Dropbeat-era KanYe knock-off beat between 2004 and 2007, so I'm pleased to see the sound has made a return here in a slightly more introspective guise since every G needs a soundtrack when he's picking the fluff out of his bellybutton and mulling over the meaning of life. I'm not bullshitting or trolling when I say that I'll take this song over anything on any of those overrated internet-sexy 2011 ATLanta mixtapes like Codeine Cowboy by Tity Boi and True Story by Future.