The fake thug thinks it wise to suppress his sensitive side. The cold-blooded brute deems it inescapable to embrace his brutish side. Kritikal is only interested in spilling his guts on wax. His music is laced with mostly autobiographical pieces delivered with undeniable passion. I was sold on Krit when I first heard him rap about his son’s birth with a crisp flow rarely heard from the Bayou city these days. On another, “Reppin’ Texas,” he rocks the beat with a heart as big as the Lone Star state. The self-introspective pep songs are much deeper than the mawkish jawns that pass for music on the radio. Ladies and Gents, meet Kritikal.
Here’s a new track off his The Left-Handed Linguist, slated for a June release.
And his 11-track album, Late Nights, Early Mornings.