Earlier this year, I posted the video for “Tokyo Noir,” in which San Antonio’s Milli Mars introduced the world to the concept of thug sushi. This is where you catch all the uni with your bare hands and slice them with the samurai swords that Ghostface tried to sneak into the Source Awards. If you didn’t see the video, I suggest you re-watch it below the jump because it bangs like a young Admiral Robinson with the cinematic values of a hood music video shot in Little Osaka.
Milli is back with an array of tracks as expansive as Manu’s bald spot. I apologize in advance for the excess of Spurs jokes, but Pee Wee already killed the game for Alamo humor. Besides, he makes references to John Stockton and the Bulls blitzing the Jazz in the late 90s. He also has a song called “Spurs Chick.” “Shittalkin Pt. 2” is the track we’re premiering today. The beat is a jittery unruly mess of fuzzy vocals and home invasion threats. Then Milli takes a trip to Vegas to snap pictures, start fights, and engage in rampant debauchery.
Look, the song is called “Shittalkin,” so you can probably get the gist of what goes down. There is no fear but there is plenty of loathing and making a beast of himself to escape the burdens of being a man. This sounds like a nervous breakdown, a beat down, a dressing down, a track to lay people face flat. Some good old-fashioned shit-talking slap-you-in-the-face rap. Like Pace, it is made in San Antonio and not New York City.
