Let's hope the album's ghastly themes aren't self-prophetic.
More sunny mood music for the ensuing cold months.
The Machine rarely disappoints.
It's not even good enough for the mall.
Meth still has bars!
10 up-and-coming rappers put it down for 1800 Tequila.
Compliments to the chef.
The rapping is lethal but the songwriting is lukewarm.
And you thought Latin trap didn't have a future.
The Slaughter Gang boss is growing up right before our very eyes (and ears).
Back to the drawing board for the cold Chicago rapper. Again.
The Beantown brawlers lay down the boom-bap most effectively.
The Public Enemy wordsmith salutes independence and throws it back to the group's glory days on his fourth solo album.
While you can't teach an old dog new tricks, this vet has forgotten more than most rappers will ever know.
More of the perfected same from La Flare.
The Wu-Tang Clan's dark horse puts out a double album of remixes that are rather pleasant.
While hitting most of the right notes in the process.
The SOBxRBE member holds it down for himself.
A full-length album could be in order.
The East Atlanta playboy takes us to the street where the bars is at.