For someone I had pegged as the spiritual heir to Chingy, Ca$h Out has managed to stay semi-relevant in the "Cashin' Out" comedown. On "Get In The Kitchen," he tries his hand at based anti-rap, delivering his lines with the slurred breeziness of a syrup sipper disintegrating into a gooey mass on his couch. It's a sub-minimal "trap" "banger" coasting on the bare essentials of genre convention and half-assed free association.
This kind of mannered incompetence is always jarring when it first appears like a turd amidst merely adequate mediocrities, but its advantage lies in the polarizing response it provokes. Perhaps Ca$h Out hasn't earned the right to jettison the established framework of "good" rapping, but there's something exciting about this perversion of form--the pointless freedom of lacking an apparent goal or standard of success. The YouTube voting body has steadily voiced its displeasure, but the bizarre trainwreck quality has me watching this video on repeat, as I did with the infamous Brick Squad/Minaj Rap City freestyle and V-Nasty's "Psycho Bitch."
The video is certain to please anyone who falls in to the following demographics: enjoyers of ass, enthusiasts of dancing midgets. There's also an old man forgetting his age and giving into the groove, a la Brian Doyle-Murray in "Camp Monk Academy."
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