Yo, ya boy back from the brink and I ain't talkin clink! Got kidnapped by a jam band while I was skiin da slopes, fell victim to Stockholm syndrome, and swore off all rap music but the cargo short kind.
Anyway, what about this new SHY GLIZZY tape, Law 3? Best mixtape since IDK, that ASHER ROTH joint I was bangin back in my puka shell days.
But yo, let's get straight to the track "Funeral." It's a gospel banger courtesy of KE ON THE TRACK, wherin GLIZZY envisions the illustrious mourners and ostentatious hijinks gon bless his funeral. Spoiler: it sounds a lot like King of Diamonds. He reflects on the conditions of loved ones, rhapsodizes all DANTE n BEATRICE PORTINARI on his bitch, and articulates his game plan before death's unforeseeable, inevitable scythe cuts him down.
It's an inspired entry in a classic rap theme: joyful celebration of death, mournful acknowledgement of life, the same contradiction that cats like SCARFACE, BIGGIE, and PAC built they reputations upon; it's that very same kinda emotional resonance that makes they listeners more acolytes than fans.
But ain't that what good art is all about? Fuck life, but middle finger to death too. Ain't know why we here - can't go on, I'll go on, son!