10 Songs, 21 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

As diehard proponents of the “lyrical miracle” set are all too eager to point out, Blueface couldn’t rap on beat to save his life. And guess what—it’s awesome. On Famous Cryp, the quick-rising LA rapper rambles all over blunt, bouncy productions in his signature run-on flow and helium-pitched yelp, all of which only add to his reckless charisma, like the Gen-Z answer to Suga Free. (He’s also received the hallowed Drake cosign, if you’re into that sort of thing.) He’s also pretty hilarious, if you like your humor on the crass side: “Baby, you see this face tat? I don’t want a job!” he spits on “Fucced Em.” Don’t overthink it—just enjoy it.

EDITORS’ NOTES

As diehard proponents of the “lyrical miracle” set are all too eager to point out, Blueface couldn’t rap on beat to save his life. And guess what—it’s awesome. On Famous Cryp, the quick-rising LA rapper rambles all over blunt, bouncy productions in his signature run-on flow and helium-pitched yelp, all of which only add to his reckless charisma, like the Gen-Z answer to Suga Free. (He’s also received the hallowed Drake cosign, if you’re into that sort of thing.) He’s also pretty hilarious, if you like your humor on the crass side: “Baby, you see this face tat? I don’t want a job!” he spits on “Fucced Em.” Don’t overthink it—just enjoy it.

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