A.) Lyricism & Delivery
"Your whole squad garbage, I see why you lethargic / Swung through the Olive Garden, getting Egyptian massages."
Riff's musical inspirations are diverse, ranging from Little Dragon, Fleetwood Mack and Bon Jovi to Lil' Flip, the Geto Boys and Juvenile. He's an extremely visual lyricist who drops some of the most vivid and hilarious punchlines in the game. But as comical as he is, he also takes the craft seriously, carefully illustrating a trippy, cartoonish world. Whether you dig his flow or not, you have to respect the detail. There's a wealth of pop culture references in his catalogue, and when he freestyles, he actually does so off the top - no pre-written bullshit.
Here's his perspective: "I just like comedy, man, you know? I don't like horror movies and shit like that... I think different shit that you see during the day, or different things you go through in life put you in a certain mood, so I like comedy shit because it puts me in a good mood and makes me think better of things."
Word. Read two standout verses below, and peep evidence of the Freestyle Scientist at work on Sway in the Morning and Vlad TV:
Yo, we $80,000, shopping malls, but we ain't browsin'
Poppin', 'hood in Transco Towers
Prowler prowlin', Gucci towels and bathroom vials
Nouns, owls, Aston Martins
Sparkin' one in valet parkin', loan sharkin'
Hopin' that my days don’t get darkened
Cheetah skin outside the parka
Propaganda propels us - ostrich feathers
Security guards with 9 berettas, pullin' up in Volkswagen Jettas
Causin' storms in sunny weather
Hopin' that my days get better
-Bird on a Wire
You know me, I'm in the Congo - trappers in Toronto
Mention Montreal, but my car Murcielago
Call Murcielago, my favourite flavour mango
All this progression but it takes two to tango
Life is full of destruction, full of malfunctions
Try and talk down, end up in Gucci dumpster
Riff a living legend and my verses are classic
Labor I put in is enough to buy Alaska
Jody on your radar, should've been Julio Cesar
2013, guaranteed front page of The Fader