Generally known in the public eye as an infamous chest-booter and unabashed booty-eater, K-Gates' official full-length debut seeks to add trap&b crossover-crooner extraordinaire to that list -- a potentiality that thus far has acted like more of a side-sweetener to his ardent ruffneck flows; which when grouped with a flair for hooks/crackerjack rappin'/an endearing yet questionable personality, struck quite a honey-mud harmony between tough, tender, and catchy, with a good touch of goofball nasty-nast. All traits that still stand for the most part, but seemingly in favor of carving out a somewhat contrived path towards hooks-n-glory it's the blazing aggression that takes a hit: adrenaline jack-ups in the vein of "Luca Brasi Intro" and fierce song-long non-stop verses a la "Khaza" are sorely missed in the midst of this hard-but-not mid-range medley. But the soft stuff does shine more than ever, and the deadly rap&sing combo of vivid rhymes and irresistible choruses can be a hard thing to come upon these days -- even harder if they confess erection-reliance over exotic-island pop or make tending to multiple phones sound glamorous as fuck -- and that is the speciality Gates revels in. Right along with, er ya know, making love to the pussy.
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