Song: Wheelz of Steel
Mid-90s, wow. High school and stuff. Nonetheless, Outkast take no shit like, um, stopped-up commodes. “As I sit in my b-boy stance, with flip-flops and socks and sweatpants”– kinda inauspicious description for a classic. What, no “Elevators?” Well, I heard “Wheelz” today and not “Elevators”. I like how these songs simmer, they’re not in-your-face, all swagger, no bite front-a-thons. It’s said the sign of a good actor is you can’t even tell they’re acting. I think the same can be said of MC-ing. I liked their interplay and contrast, they struck a great balance of styles.
Thanks to some swell person, the instrumental track is here for you to enjoy, please. Mmm, good old-fashioned scratching. Good-natured condescension alert: take away the rhymes and leave the beat and instrumentals with most anything out today, and I, uh, guarantee it doesn’t sound remotely as good as this.