Don't know who Daniel Son is...
Heard a dozen and enough rappers rap like this with this kind of content from the 90s. Daniel Son at the back of a train headed to who knows where.
And lemme address hip-hop: anybody can learn how to rhyme to the metrics and get burn from the blogs, streets and gatekeepers.
Are they movin' the culture? They spittin' that soulful over the soulful to make "the people" hopeful? Look, nobody wanna struggle they whole life.
It's only so many times so many backpackers and underground rappers can rap about being "real". Andre peeped it back in '98:
Daniel Son ain't hittin' my core... I need more to explore.
Them warp speed rhymes and cadences about somethin' not firmly planted in the ghetto.
That soulful over a soulful:
Crab rappers stay at the bottom of the barrel.