“I don’t need to get reviewed/ for shit that no critics do”
“You can call it what you want, soul jazz punk rhythm blues funk, you can call it what you want, it’s a call I probably won’t pick up.” “You can’t put a harness on all expression/ Avant Garde/ whatever you want to call it/ the style so inventive…”
“Who calling me underground when I’m this lifted?”
Categorization and comparison are the least of lojii’s worries, instead prioritizing creative expression and finding spiritual truth and power in this dimly lit dystopia. He delivers his prophetic words with a focused, unwavering determination, while the beats are gritty and nocturnal with their open percussion, eerie synths, and negative space. Don’t miss out on this one.