Big K.R.I.T is a silent 🤐 assassin, efficient and effective as a vacuum cleaner that gets it done without letting loose a drop of sound. Not like Florida rappers who we also admire who have drip for sale.
Not like Florida’s fictional Tony Montana – who’s hit on Emilio Rebenga had the subtlety of a sledgehammer 🛠️. No no, Krit plays it like Frank told Tony to do to succeed, no flash no pizazz. And Krit’s arsenal has hella dangerous little friends to say hello to 🎶.
My favorite Big K.R.I.T body of work is his performance on tiny desk. The backstories, the live instrumentation. It’s way beyond solid music, it’s soul music. I listen to the performance on repeat and it’s like eating you favorite meal – you just don’t get tired of it. It represents a high watermark in his career, his smash success independent album, 4eva is a mighty long time. With a thoughtful side to compliment a turn up side, this double album manages to capture the audience’s attention and once again, their soul, throughout. At least I’m told, I’m not patient enough for double albums. But condensing the best of this project into an engaging, short-but-long-enough story has to take the crown, for this king 👑 remembered in time’s catalog.
It’s a tough choice because his major label debut, live from the underground has some of my favorite southern rap moments including my mantra “I got this here”. Elsewhere Ludacris’ last moment of musical relevance is only topped by former protégé 2 Chainz’ similarly outstanding sound statement.