Chris Brown may have 20/20 vision, but shineblocker logic seems to keep slipping past his periphery… I don’t see how you gon’ hate from outside the club – you can’t even get in?
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
Ladies love me, I’m on my cool J
If you get what I get what would you say
She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari
Well, one thing’s for sure… two days worth of the boy’s self-esteem is enough to serve the whole community for the next ten years. Eye see you, your Flipmode squad, and your lil’ tune chi too…
Diplohmy word – pause what you heard – Mr. Brown is back in Afrojack… and them suicide doors? Hari Kari. Wax off the samurai sword, Chris Far East cruises through this track with Busta, and Wayne in tow. The trifecta flow three-the-hard way through Diplo & Afrojack’s neo-oriental killer coi beatquake.
Bars drop like Benihanakaze smooth bombast; fluid chinese flutes flow in between muted kick/snap 808 neo-dirty VA loops, the pitchy alarm rings beneath Busta’s gatling-quick licks, intergalactic raindrops cascade through extended escalations like heliohydraulic electrical currents, drum lines come in at the bridge to kick the door down like a cannon just in the nick of time, before Weezy lyrically wilds out without breaking past a chiefed whisper. This is what it would sound like if Mr. Miagi and Missy Elliott sent a demo tape to Mad Decent.
Watch this Space: You can look at him all you want, but good luck trying to read past the mirrored glass-masked pokerface… As far as the caramel-smooth-talking-rapper-singer situation goes: if Breezy keeps reigning like this, Weezy might just start rethinking the Drizzle…