Last night, the ever-reliable Kirk Knight slid through to deliver his new album IIWII, an acronym for "It Is What It Is." In truth, the entire project is worthy of praise, especially given Kirk's noted sense of vision; the young rapper simultaneously earns his stripes on a lyrical tip, while producing an eerie batch of contemporary bangers worthy of today's sonic climate. In that regard, purists have their work cut out for them, and needling it down to a singular showcase track proves difficult upon a single listen. Yet there is something hypnotically masterful about Knight's performance on "M.O," and thus, here we are.
Over a hazy loop of alarming synthesizers, Kirk tackles his dual verses with two disparate approaches. The first finds the rapper's voice unhinged, allowing himself room for flow experimentation, occasionally altering his cadence to frantic points. The second is the nail in the coffin, in which Kirk's flow is a statement unto itself. The end result is an eerie, and pleasantly unsettling banger. Do yourself a favor and check out Kirk Knight's IIWII.
Quotable Lyrics
You half-stepping
Fuck girls with fingers round my throat like a necklace
I'm used to the cold my n***s born in the trenches
This that new Kirk heat for the street, this my Mecca
Sharp tongue I talk that shit that leave you headless
