The G.R.i.T. Boys, a stalwart Southern rap group among stalwart Southern rap groups, have long been an undervalued commodity. There are three boys who are gritty -Scooby, Niq, Poppy - and musically, they tend to float around between Brick Rap, Brag Rap, existentialism and whatever the opposite of Calvinism is.
Last year, Scooby broke off made the first solo tape of any of the three members; it was very good. In March, Poppy released his. You don't know Poppy, but you KNOW Poppy. He's the grumbly-voiced one, the little one with the round face. The rap stork delivered a copy to our doorstep two weeks ago.
We consumed it. Some notes:
Re: the undervalued-ness of the G.R.i.T. Boys: No joke, you can buy their album, Ghetto Reality in Texas, at outlets online for as low as $1. One. Dollar. You know what else you can buy for $1. Nothing, goddammit. You can't even buy a Snickers. Those shits cost $1.08, which means if you don't have that dime to go along with your dollar, you're not walking out of that convenience store with a delicious candy bar, no matter how sad a face you make.
Scooby and Niq show up multiple times here; Scooby buzzes through his parts with whatever amount of fervor he feels like calling forth (usually a lot) and Niq delivers the most interesting guest verse on the tape when he wanders through the set of Friday and assigns roles from the movie to real-life people. Critics always eat that shit up. We're some real predictable suckers.
"You might as well headbutt a knife." Ha, ha. Cool.
Poppy has always been a bit of a wordsmith, and he continues that trend here. At one points, he pontificates on the idea of his money coagulating (his words, not ours). It's that, coupled with throaty growl, a trait often associated with the opposite of wordsmithism, that makes Poppy enjoyable to listen to. Dichotomy is almost always fun.
Cy Fyre, to whom several tracks here are credited, gets loose on
FYI, the "i" in "G.R.i.T." is lowercased because there's no I in G.R.i.T., even though there's totally an I in G.R.i.T. (Hint: It's the third letter).