The difference in hungry artists with apparent chemistry convening on the track is glaring compared to associates e-mailing verses in on wax. The general pop usually doesn’t notice until one smacks them upside the face but it does happen every so often. In this instance, Peedi Peedi and Young Chris give Meek Millz the ‘ole 76er alley-oop.
This sh!t ain’t about no waffles but these dudes knife ‘n fork their raps like it’s breakfast time anyway. The rhymes are the syrup, the flow is the butta. It’s always sunny side up in Philadelphia.