While Yeezy and Hova are off gallivanting in the City of Light, Yung Kendrick and it boy Hit-Boy get straight to business fucking the (with?) Eiffel Tower. Despite the Francophile imagery, “Backseat Freestyle” is as Compton as Kendrick gets, shouting out Lueders Park and Church’s Chicken before ending the third verse chanting “C-O-M-P-T-O-N my city mobbin’ in the street, yellin’”. Hit-Boy further cements his place as the go to producer in hip hop at the moment with a bone (and trunk) rattling world beater that would almost be cathartically hypnotic if it wasn’t for Kendrick growling over the top.

Quick sidebar: How many voices and cadences has Kendrick used in the past six months alone? The dude’s vocal dexterity is off the charts. Now, good kid, m.A.A.d. city drops one week from today (October 22) and regardless of all Gaga related shmuckery, is one of the most anticipated hip hop albums in a long time. If it lives up to expectations (which are astronomical), and I believe it will, it will go down as not just one of the best hip hop albums of the year, but of the past decade or so. Furthermore, if you believe that Kendrick is the voice of our generation (as I do), it will serve as the magnum opus for the entire A.D.H.D. generation. No pressure or anything. Kendrick has a dream and good kid, m.A.A.d. city could and should be the realization.