clams or wild mushrooms, a Trieste-style bouillabaisse, and lots of pastas. Then slowly the rest will ooze into place via capillary action. You'll enjoy it so much, you'll want our two-night. In between you'll first pick up on 'What You Doin'' and 'Illest Alive,' better known to you as the one in the middle and the one toward the end. Shit I be feelin like Im God, like I made man Black man gettin money through the made men Paper chasin, let saber scrape And get money, fck a case Did they ever tell you money has no race You still livin like a caveman No agenda, hunger, dont discriminate I remember empty plates, was nothin on it for the grace But both prayin hands, I. The opening 'Motivation' powers home enough hummed 'n' moaned gravitas to remind you it's there, and the closing 'Cold War' caps the 40-minute album with a vocal sample that utters the title for once. And because it's designed to back into your space, providing the chance won't feel all that time-consuming, preoccupied as you'll be with something more engrossing while said time passes. Reconstructed from tracks created for such real-life rappers as Lil B and Soulja Boy, New Jersey beatmaker Mike Volpe's comfortably disquieting illbient glitchbeat chillwave whatsis will grow on you if you give it a chance.
