Remember Killa Kyleon's Candy Paint and Texas Plates 2?
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Killa Kyleon, who spent the formative part of his career caught in the empty air between Houston's last landslide of talent (2005) and this new one (right the fuck now), has become the arch-hustler. He seems revitalized lately, be it because he is simply flourishing as his own boss or because he has been re-inspired by the suddenly hyper-competitive environment of the local rap ecosystem.
His latest tape, a follow-up to the mostly mundane Candy Paint and Texas Plates, is possessed of the proper wit and ferocity one must possess to legitimately offer candidacy for leader of the new. It is no less than the third-best tape anyone in Houston has made this year, and arguably the best of all.
Yallmustaforgotability: 81 percent
Best "How The Hell Did That Happen?" Moment On The Tape: Cookin' Soul created the type of beat someone named Cookin' Soul should always create*, and somehow Mac Miller, perennial blog-boy punching bag but generally nice enough person, kept up entirely.
He and Kyleon sound like fast friends, a nod to Kyleon's superhuman charm. That Miller follows up on a song that features a snarling posthumous cameo by Pimp C, the greatest character the South has ever produced, is only mildly ironic. Speaking of...
*Kyleon went the way of earthy, endearing, shag-soul production on many of the tracks. Jake Beats, a name we'd never even pretended to know before, was tops with his work on "Change Up," FYI.
Best Song About Writing A Letter To Pimp C On The Tape: "Letter To Pimp C." Speaking of...
Theme On The Tape That Should Be Retired: Writing letters to people in songs.
Within the last year or two, someone wrote a letter to Slim and someone else wrote a letter to Z-Ro. (Z-Ro likely didn't receive his though, because how the hell is a mailman supposed to deliver a letter to Satan's doorstep?) If you count all of hip-hop, about 700 letters have been written since 2001. Let's go ahead and shut down the rap post office for a bit. #Kthanx.