A beat to shadow box to and two artists that thought Hov was talking about them when he said: "Arm, leg, leg, arm, head – this is God body." Nine times out of ten that song is gonna be cutthroat and one I'm gonna wanna hear.
Brittney Carter's "Cold As Us" with Oliv Blu doesn't lose that probability.
Produced by Scud One, chime-accented keyboard tones on a looped riff are shrouded in Mad Mod-style mystery, setting the music up to move incognito. A chomping drum pattern holds the texture of a scooped drum pad with grainy percussion to boot. The stock production does less with more and hits dense to handle an onslaught of lyricism and harmonies as not to detract from the tenacity of words on the record.
Brittney Carter spits like the Chicago-artist was ordained to do this. Carter splits the flow left and right like she directs the words within the song. The musicality in the competitive cadence casts the lyrics in bold and emphasizes metaphors, rhyme patterns and overall lines about chasing glory. Oliv Blu's beauteous harmonies, melodies and chorus somehow make "Cold As Us" feel more merciless. Her singing is more so set to the tune of your swan song, and I don't envy the peers these two are applying pressure on. They said it themselves: "Who cold as us?"
Listen to "Cold As Us" below.
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