here are my top 10 favorite rap albums/projects/mixtapes of 2016. enjoy!
also, i’m open to recommendations.

1. “Atrocity Exhibition” - Danny Brown.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LVyGxlgeAjc

2. “RTJ3” - Run The Jewels.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-FPb-Mcpjw

3. “Big Baby DRAM” - DRAM.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rx0eqQl8wk

4. “Telefone” - Noname.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DswZ0q5sJs

5. “Prima Donna” - Vince Staples.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gxw1Zef3EO0

6. “Cashmere” - Swet Shop Boys.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4Yb8AWXgLI

7. “Honor Killed The Samurai” - Ka.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Do2xXV2xrr0

8. “We Got It From Here…” - A Tribe Called Quest.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vO2Su3erRIA

9. “Splendor and Misery” - Clipping.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PUR_ChqUJbc

10. “The Life Of Pablo” - Kanye West. [deal with it.]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q821mNXNw-I

best random rap song/video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3j8ecF8Wt4E

baby is a brush fire.
running wild and free in the desert wind.
baby is brush fire.
one dead, many hurt, better send more men.

wake up, back in LA.
neck hurts, heart’s worse.
nothing left to say.

oh wait.

i thought the night was my plight.
but the days too, make the rope tight.
ok? ok. alright? alright.

the news has a sting, the roots have a need.
to stretch, to grow. to fill up every inch of me.

digging one grave is the exhumation of another.
return the monster, become it’s mother.

red on the jeans.                                those dreams were a tease.
is everything you think.                      just ugly bones under meat.
blue fire in the trees.                          desires become deceased.
hold my wings and believe.               the clarity after release.

late night text, chum in the fucking water.
carpe dms, squares gets circle, lambs in line for the slaughter.

devour brown like it’s Oh-eight
another safe cracked with rusty wordplay.

hold on.

ever since you left, i can see my breath.
another night of deleting poetry i typed out in a text.

my knuckles crack on these keys, the crows stop to watch and screech.
the summer wind she breathes, and whispers, and lies, and screams.