#3077 Noname - Room 25

Lithe, electric, humble. Noname's flow's a silk whip crack. She works over erratic jazz beats, hooking in some times, drifting path others, shades of old Busdriver. At worst it sounds like she's not in the room, but when it clicks it's pure Chicago sparks. Noname's pouring all of herself out: womanhood, blackness, scents and memories and reflections, for you to hear or not. That trust's a thrill 4/5