Consequence: "Got Me Trippin'"

There will come a time when Consequence has been lionized. There will come a time when that offhand verse he spit in like ’09 with Kid Cudi over an old Tribe beat will be played alongside the verses Tribe spit. There will be an anthology of his verses, enshrined on vinyl … or something. Whatever is popular in the future. Vinyl seems like a safe bet. There will be a time when his flow, which if I can just underline a single point here always sounds both slow and uptempo and that is obviously impossible, and which utilizes blank space in a manner akin to (let’s say) Miles Davis or fucking Piet Mondrian, or fucking whoever—there will be a time when this flow is studied, and its influence is properly analyzed and placed in a chronology and greater genealogy of hip-hop style. There will be a time when the fifteen or so years of genius he has committed to various barely-released albums, remixes, freestyles, and like “blog cuts” (or whatever) will be anthologized appropriately, and there will be parades held in his honor: he as an old man, finally recognized in his lifetime. There will be a day of reckoning for Consequence; a day when I don’t have to link to his work but can merely reference its greatness, reference the album that embodied it.

“Got Me Trippin’” will be on it. Assuming Rhino clears the Amerie lift.