Clipse f/ Kanye West: "Kinda Like A Big Deal"

If Clay’s review of their slight but tantalizing mixtape was any indication, our Clipse love will not be extinguished. We ran up and down that road until our lungs burst, and now we’re eager for the casket to drop. Well, the Casket drips, at least, as the DJ Khalil-produced burner we were promised months ago finally graces the Playcloths blog. Sorry if I’m making “Kinda Like A Big Deal” out to be heaven-sent, but we’ve established: we love coke—err, the Clipse (sniff), and, to be fair, the “ahh“s flitting off Khalil’s insistent thump like brilliant blue sparks don’t feel of this Earth.

Road To Till The Casket Drops (2008) often amounted to a fiery and indignant assertion—Pusha seemed downright ornery while he plowed through everyone else’s beats, claiming them for himself in the process—and this new single builds on that obduracy, the track’s concept following one of the Clipse’s main conceits: “We know this is uniformly great,” but with more avidity than, say, “Mr. Me Too,” and while it doesn’t have the disarming menace of that behemoth, it’s a welcome re-arrival, consummately as clever as we would expect. Pusha extols the virtues of blowing 100k in a recession and Malice boasts, “I’m the reason the hood need a dental plan.” Sandwiched in between the serpentine slick talk, Kanye drops a beguilingly witty verse, his flow noticeably nimbler, invoking images of alligator soufflés, and concluding with a joke about premature ejaculation.

But odds are you’ve heard this already. Twitter tells me the Playcloths blog crashed from too much traffic this afternoon. It’s comforting to know I wasn’t the only one clicking refresh for five minutes straight (though that carries its own concerns), but there’s more solace to be found in the fact that two of our favorite rappers are back, sounding lean and ready to once again propound their dominance in the form of trap metaphors and apathetic “yeughs.”