In the history of annoying journalism clichés, no one’s ever embodied a “rapper’s rapper” as much as Freddie Gibbs.When he’s not sharing vivid D-Boy recollections or laughing at fallen enemies, he’ll make time to own it.
Otherwise, critics like me will prescribe it for him, noting a gravelly baritone that emits intensity and the way his omni-directional flow agility is a perfect conduit for bars that can be as quippy as they are poignant.By my count, he’s dropped at least three fringe classics — Piñata (2014), Bandana (2019), and Alfredo (2020).
A sequel to 2017’s You Only Live 2wice, the new You Only Live 1nce isn’t one of his best, but it’s still Freddie Gibbs, so it’s great almost by default.Released the day after Halloween, Gibbs’ latest is a tightly coiled 37-minute project riddled with all the rich samples, somersaulting couplets, and cinematic vignettes that define a customary Gibbs release.
This one’s laced with BNYX, 454, and Pops production perfect for ambivalent brooding and lucid gangster micro-theater.Gibbs once again threads them all with his typical assholeish personality, the intonation control of a vocal coach, and an eccentric imagination that adds dimensionality to his grisly street raps.
Each track is filled with bleakly funny images of murder, wealth, and evolution, with Gibbs often collapsing the distance between the three.The flexes are as hyper-specific as the dope dealer reminiscences, and the soundscapes — pensive and luxuriant — are fit for a modern Black Godfather.
Imagine Vito Corleone shaking his head at the tragedy of VladTV (“Cosmo Freestyle”): “Look how they massacred my culture!” For “Wolverine,” Gibbs offers a blunt summation of a former dope dealer’s rise, one punctuated by venture capitalist linkups and the type of courtside seats perennially reserved for Joel Embiid.Elsewhere, on “Rabbit Island,” he grinds the notion of Twitter beefing to dust with a sly turn of p...