Some songs evoke the spirit of the night. I don’t mean that in a weird, supernatural, mumbo jumbo kind of way. Certain sounds and vibes remind just me of neon lights reflecting off of wet asphalt, streets bustling with young people celebrating the end of the workday, and a slight chill in the air. “Real Nin[G]a Shit” falls into this category.
Harlem’s Rugz D. Bewler’s lyrics play like the inner monologue of a young man spending a late night in the city that never sleeps. His mind goes everywhere and nowhere as he tries to find the right direction. While he may not provide all the answers, Bewler’s tune is a steady compass to get you where you need to go.