Will Johnsen is banging like ?uestlove.
Fat Man Key has no shame. Unlike Gucci, he’ll tell you to your face that he’s fucking your bitch. In your downtown ATL penthouse no less. Or maybe he will take her to a park, feed her extra large sub sandwiches and pour champagne down her throat. He’ll sip the Honey Jack and split the dutch. Never offer him any pipes.
Over syrup-slow bass knocks Key! gives us autobiographical details about his family and sexual exploits. He is quick to stand up for what he does, be it stealing your girl for a romp in the sack or threatening violence for disrespect. The harm will be carried out by those he keeps close. A bosses life.
Self produced, Key! crafts a track that while familiar doesn’t quite feel like a duplicate of anything. It features a rotating synthesizer rhythm over sparse drums, all of which aid in accentuating his slurred flow. Don’t mind the constant haze quietly in the background, his tree is stronger than yours. He pays tribute to the typical southern sounds that helped shape his own, even saying “ugh” in a manner that would have to make Master P proud.
The in and out Two9 member has milked this track for over a year, yet it still feels fresh as hell and is guaranteed to turn up any club. Extra points for the advocacy of safe sex. Fathers Are The Curse is out now. Keep your bitch away.
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ZIP: Key! – Fathers are the Curse (Left-Click)
