“The world is your’s, unless the world is ours.” This intravenous delivery of a pastiche, delicate to the lyrically delicate pallete, intrusive to your more secret searches for sonic sweetness, and abrasive to your previously developed concept of the limitations of a hiphop influence, will reorganize some neurons in a hurry. Gospel soaked, doo-wop permeated, clap-double-clapped, and unmistakeably excellent. You literally cannot go wrong with this.