JID’s ‘DiCaprio 2’ Is The Blueprint For The Next Generation Of Talent In The Rap Game

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Music fans, in general, are given to the tendency of comparing a newer artist to an older one. They do so to provide a frame of reference for comparison and to determine how good the new artist is — or isn’t — at conveying a specific emotion, style, idea, or vibe. It’s natural and only human; after all, many evolutionary psychologists seem pretty convinced that there were good and sound, survival-based reasons for us to compare things we don’t know yet to things we do, to avoid poison and predators and the like. If that’s really the case, Destin Route, better known as JID, is the ultimate rap predator, the likes of which the game has never seen before.

It’d be ridiculous and insulting to compare JID to any other rappers now because JID, to put it simply, sounds like JID — he is one of a kind. Any comparison just breaks down at the slightest examination. To insinuate that he sounds like Kendrick Lamar is to ignore his unique approach wordplay, his singular story. He’s capable of twisting and distorting the rules of rap, like other Atlanta experimentalists Young Thug, or even Andre 3000, but he’s clearly much more heavily invested in proving he can straight up rhyme than either, whether it’s over traditional trap or boom bap alongside Method Man and Joey Badass. On his latest album, DiCaprio 2, JID’s only concern is setting himself apart from every other rapper by proving that not only can he do it all, he can do it better than just about anyone else.

For JID, rap is a superpower, but it’s also his most valued skill, one he’s honed through intense practice and single-minded dedication. There are times in his verses he barrels recklessly, relentlessly through a barrage of cascading rhymes that almost feel like they’re running away from him and he’s scrambling madly to keep up. “Off Deez” featuring JID’s Dreamville label boss J. Cole is a prime example; JID shifts gears from midtempo to lightspeed, weaving herky-jerky through the frenetic, waspish Chasethemoney beat. But then you realize, he’s controlling all that chaos, directing it exactly where he wants it to go. It’s a bewildering experience, but one the listeners is likely to experience a joyous rush of adrenaline from. The roller coaster of rhymes is one you can barely wait to ride again.

His gifts are apparent in the way JID contorts and stretches his voice, contracting and expanding syllables and the spaces between them. “Slick Talk,” playing the role of the firebombing intro, displays this gift early. Wrangling with every last molecule of air in Kenny Beats’ constantly transforming soundscape, the East Atlanta wunderkind compares himself to some of the most recognizable names from his hometown, then sets himself apart, all in the space of a few, swaggering bars:

“In my city, who’s with me? I’m in my own lane, Jack
N—- said, “J.I.D. so flame, I propane rap”
I’m from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter
But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise”