#968 Blu and Exile - Give Me My Flowers While I Can Still Smell Them

Thoughtful, effortlessly complex rhymes with heart to spare, spun over pretty pretty production. You get a sense of a mournful Blu, aware of death and resigned, pouring his heart out, looking for meaning in the words, finding it, and needing more and more. A hip hop In the Wee Small Hours, this works for dark night atmospherics and close listening alike 4/5