What makes this excellent is difficult to explain. It’s that subtle difference between trying to be and being. This is reflective and self-aware without the awkward self-consciousness associated with those striving to be accepted by a consumption based, career-oriented system. Being far from the saturated NYC/LA over-educated underpaid college grad circuit and burnt A&Rs hounding for labels has its benefits. Unlike the overly self-deprecating, which comes off as more of a defense, here’s a playfulness that seems to stem from a freedom of expression. This is the fuck units and eat a dick rap that does not need and does not want your 10.0 or your year end lists.

Taken from the free lp, Supa Spic Memoirs II: