Migos still has the bangers, proven on "No Label II."
Migosâ style is something like a basketball point guard. The person at the position doesnât need to master every aspect of the game and probably wonât â rebounding just isnât his thing. But the personâs shortcomings are hidden by how exceedingly good he is or has to be in a few other skills, whether itâs ball handling or calling plays. Migos will probably rarely talk about anything further than illusions of wealth, various forms of illegal activity, or the come-up. Thatâs fine though. The trio hasnât mastered its trap-happy lane per say, but No Label 2 shows it at least has a pretty good grasp of it.
Migos had the fortune or ingenuity to tap into a cultural zeitgeist â and a big boost from a Drake co-sign â on its breakout jam âVersace.â The confidently left-field âHannah Montanaâ was a banger too, but thereâs been no sense of pressure from the group to follow-up. The listeners also kind of got a sense they would be just fine, whether it was through the rest of Y.R.N. or one of the few singles theyâve dropped since then.
No Label 2 proves Migos may just have the chops to outlast its mainstream volley in 2013. âThe Migos Flowâ was definitely a thing last year, but the crew is definitely more amorphous and less gimmicky than one title suggests. The fusillade of âVersaceââs delivery shows itself on various points in No Label 2, but thereâs a controlled chaos whether three decide to perform in breathy punchlines or tumble with a collage of syllables.
On the intro, a pretty solid first step, Quavo shows this rhythmic command in effect. Heâs never too intent on staying on pace to embellish: âPayin' bills, tryna meet the rent/Mymamashesaythatshesickofit.â âAdd It Up,â another highlight, employs more staccato delivery in a way that somehow compliments the fluidity of the non-sequiturs (âJungle fever, got the white and I marry her/I see Justin Beaver, the ghost is way scarier). Whether Migos is performing verbal acrobatics or employing a more hammer-on-the-head delivery, the trio always sound like itâs simply skating over the beats.
No Label 2 is mostly braggadocio, but it does owe a huge part of its amiability to whatâs always been at the core of Migosâ appeal â energy thatâs constantly on the redline. The group is essentially selling the listener a refurbished product â Atlanta trap raps with consistent hi-hats â throughout its 25-track runtime. Itâs certainly a bit of an endurance test but at least the trio at least sounds like itâs trying to sell every line no matter how borderline absurd they are. âFight Nightââs metaphor should be obvious at this point, but itâs Takeoffâs commitment to the clichÃ© that makes this song hard to hate. This isnât a throwaway track, but a confidently sold Bay Area Hyphy scene sendoff.
The beats, provided by the likes of Metro Boomin, Zaytoven, and Mack Boy in addition to a few others, match Migosâ lackadaisical attitude toward performing. It definitely fits, but thereâs rarely anything definitive behind the hi-hats and keys, besides maybe the urgent, submerged keys by Zaytoven on âAdd It Up.â Although the production could use a tune-up, it doesnât do much to hamper Migosâ trap absurdist persona. Twenty-five tracks are a bit much, but Offset at least gives a bit of context on the intro: âQuavo told me n***a wait/This is the only way we can escape/â¨I realized it when I sat down for an 8.â That urgency is definitely present through a majority of No Label 2.
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