When It Dropped: February 26
How It Sounds: Heavy, like you need an antacid after scarfing down five cheeseburgers
Standout Lines: “Whack, Whack, damn she killer / Why she got holes in her denim?”
Like a cat tangled in a mess of yarn, Whack World‘s playfulness was its defining characteristic. “CLONES,” meanwhile, is a zoo lion that’s been let out of its cage. Whack immediately makes that clear, demanding her engineer leave a recorded sneeze on the track, twice. Then the bass crashes like colliding trains, a devastating growl left in the aftermath. As the gigantic 808s continuously rumble, Whack digs into another facet of her personality: the straight-faced spitter with something to prove. Her raps here don’t contain any amount of melody. Instead, she opts for a rattling, low-volume dice roll with each word, her voice bouncing off the walls of the track with each curse, comparison, and humblebrag. These aren’t your typical bust-down watches and “Dripping Patek” bars. They’re earthier and emotional, with the true flex being her creative voice control.