Verbal Kent

This is a dope rap song about learning you're going to be a dad. How it took me this long to Syffal it is a disgrace and I express my deepest dad rap apologies to all the rap dads coast to coast. I never fucked with Verbal Kent before now. But, as I come up for a glorious breath of fresh air after swimming in the depths of all life has to drown you with, I decided to give his video, "Notes" a spin. 

With the Mello Music Group stamp of approval, I had bookmarked the video to watch at a later date. A month later, I've finally had the time to chill and bump. And Verbal Kent lives up to his name. With clean syllables delivered wittily and with expression, Kent proves that Usual Suspect references are never played out. 

With life in full-on smack your bitch up mode, and with that bitch being squarely represented as yours truly, hearing lines like, "deep breath in / extreme joy mixed with depression / not depression like woe is me / just sadness / just regular life sadness that happens when something happens irregular," is just the juice to baste that turkey in the oven, doggy. I felt like without some dad rap juice that bird was going to be dry as fuck and MOTHER FUCK dry turkey! It's just like why even? Am I right? 

Dear rap dads, I don't know how this became about turkey and not dad raps, but I blame Verbal Kent, and this steep slope I'm on with my rap dad hands not doing that wiggly rap thing we do now when the Kents of the world get ALL Verbal widdit but clinging desperately to the last drought-weakened piece of dry chaparral before I slide down into this fucking crevasse. And I pronounced it crev-AHHHHsse, because Verbal Kent.