Bbymutha as music for anyone tired of fucking with broke ass niggas and sheisty bitches that block their glo. At the first few listens, the Muthaz Day 2 EP comes through as a transitional whirlwind; music for those on the come-up by an artist coming up and blowing up the tired tropes of underground music. One feature, a freestyle over the enchanting synth melody from Grimes' Genesis, and a grip of bars held together by the syrupy, addictive flow that gives Bbymutha the cult following she has now. Her booming, confident Tennessee tongue drips power and projects the thoughts of a salacious mind that knows what it wants and captivates the listener. "Double D, heavy tits...lips thick, thighs thick, better than that Bulma bitch." Shit is grimy and hard as fuck. Listen below:
"To deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human"
— The Matrix, 1999
"I'm down to date a watch chick... like 'yo I'm backing your job'"
— Jack on Downtown Watch
"It's just soft dicks"
— Ryan on Playgirl
"I do not fuck with xans but I fuck with rappers that fuck with xans!"
"But real talk, does anybody know the original?"
— Anthony on Ignition (Remix)
"Bitch do I look like a flip flop?"
"The best thing about being single is that I can fap about anyone I want without feeling guilty"
"Sex is performance art so you gotta get creative"
"Yo where'd you get that shirt?"
"I just be that dude."
— The Obscurist
"Yeah, your page was too small."
"My ideas were too big."
— Anthony on his eagle drawing
"There's actually so many people named Cyborg."
— Ryan on the UFC
"Be wrong, Strong. Otherwise lay the fuck out."
— Miles Ahead, c/o Don Cheadle
By: The Enemy Staff
The Enemy is proud to present Dill The Giant's (bka 1/3 of the artist collective 3PEAT) hazy visual accompaniment to "E-mails", featuring Ari I.Q. and a cameo from the track's producer, Steve. Director Chris Freeland films and edits on VHS, adding a higher level of authenticity to the shots and a more immersive feel of the artists existing in this empty, malfunctioning cyberspace landscape.
Pensive, nostalgic, and eerie, "E-mails" captures Dill and Ari's all-too-human musings on time and space through their unique worldview. They are reflections on time spent struggling and stressing, hyper-focused on the immediate needs of cash and food and creative fulfillment, presented with a poetic grace known to come from the experience of trying to get it out the mud. The grimy, beautiful, lo-fi visuals are a proper testament to both the grimy and beautiful places that recklessly chasing your dreams and fulfilling your artistic ambitions can take you. Real rap shit.