When La Raza finally reclaims the American Southwest, it is likely That Mexican OT will be their first President. Perhaps Generalissimo? Halach Uinic, maybe? Who knows how it will all shake out politically, but this young man is a born leader, all charisma, with a face ready for the new Quinientos Pesos note. Fortunately for us, he’s also a gifted rapper with a big range of tools & a knack for simple but solid hooks.
The cowboy you see onscreen is the most dangerous kind of class clown: always willing to be the butt of a joke, but only because he understands how actual power actually works. He’ll keep you laughing until it’s time to lower the boom. You’ll never see it coming, even in retrospect.
His flow is consistently impressive, always giving something a little extra but never embarrassing himself by doing too much. He jokes about being better than Kevin Gates or DaBaby, and he ain’t altogether wrong. Hell, in many ways he’s a mix of the two’s best attributes: a borderline crazy lyrical miracle with an agile, easy flow that works over anything. He’s definitely more fun to listen to either way.
Moneybagg Yo is an affable Memphis success story, a motivational speaker more than an “emcee.” That’s only a problem for nerds who hate rap. Like any Southern artist worth their grits, he’s got a deep bag of heavy storytelling songs, but for “Twisting Fingers” he’s just swinging through to talk some shit. That shit is notably less entertaining than his rotund Mexican homie, though. All regional scenes contain multitudes, but if I came from the same city as 8Ball & MJG, I’d be trying a little harder.
That’s not the point of any of this, of course. It only has to bang. Just like Baldacci, this is a superb slice of street rap & a proper summer heater, too. Four Dickies.
