where has YG the existentialist gone? 2016's Still Brazy – the Los Angeles rapper's second collection, recorded in the wake of an attempt to kill he – was an astonishing G-funk trip that implied at a road officer who'd gotten his appearance in the chrome edges of his ride and started to ponder what it was in support of. Underneath the bassy sizzle of that collection consumed a distrustful reflection that made him a commendable contemporary of colleague and individual Compton local Kendrick Lamar.
The current year's Stay Dangerous, nonetheless, played it disappointingly sheltered. The spirit looking of Still Brazy and steely gangland reportage of his introduction collection, My Krazy Life, were out. Heavy beats, room braggadocio and 2018's most unusual Right Said Fred interjection were in. Which may clarify the half-vacant scene that welcomes the MC as he packages in front of an audience in a Del Boy-ish dark colored coat and red pants. "YG, don't you got a little girl? Better believe it, I'm a gangbangin'- ass father," he raps, slaloming over noirish, DJ Mustard-helped synths on opener Suu Whoop. In any case, it's just with more established top picks, for example, Twist My Fingaz, Why You Always Hatin' and rankling breakout hymn My Nigga that the room really emits.
His Trump-gutting 2016 single FDT – presented as a melody around an "a fat, white, supremacist ass of a president fuckboi" – falls insistently into the last classification, revving the group up before an appreciated appearance from Ty Dolla $ign. Their interpretation of the west drift crooner's Ex is a triumph of gossamer guitars and 112-examining grooves that helps end the night on an unpleasant high, the MC swimming into his revering group of onlookers as it achieves its peak. YG the existentialist may be MIA, however YG the performer lives on.
Source:Â Tubidy Mobile