"I'm prayin' for these rappers, lyin' on themselves, and it sells. So when I spit the truth, I'm lyin on the shelves. But it's cool, heaven sent and hellbent. Lord forgive 'em."
Fredericksburg, Virginia emcee Cane consistently drops high caliber verses with each track he puts out, and this one is no exception. His pure, laserlike delivery is at its sharpest over this Meek Mill instrumental. His technical skills, quickfire delivery, and metaphors are augmented by a couple funny allusions by the imaginary Bishop Jermaine. I can't help but draw comparisions to Tech N9ne when I hear the second verse, in which he effortlessly changes speed several times while maintaining an internal rhyme scheme and giving us plenty of memorable lines. Not many emcees can do all of these things. If you haven't already caught his previous release, Destruction, do so at his bandcamp. Be sure to stay tuned for what he drops next.