Proof abounds. Let’s start with Lil Mouse’s video for “Get Smoked” (above). It’s so fresh, so honest, so real. If you say you’ve heard anything as good as “Get Smoked,” you’re either a hater or Chief Keef. Mouse is taking hip-hop to a level of lyricism unmatched since Rakim. The production will have Primo drooling over his mouse. It’s the total package.
So what exactly is this micro-genius rapping about? Oh, just your average 13 year-old deal: popping pills, fucking hoes, toting guns. BANG, BANG.
The best thing about Mouse is that he signifies a new brand of rap, one I like to call “hood reportage.” Or pseudoconsciousgangstacadillacmuzik for short. In a nutshell, it’s a sub-genre of rap that uplifts society by aiming the double barrel at street life—a singular act of progressive thinking that instantly wipes social ailments off the map. In other words: if you rap about a problem long enough, it will automatically cease to be a problem.
You want proof, don’t you? Cool. Let’s explore Mouse’s poetic genius for a minute.
Lyrics: “She was a good girl, I turned her into a eater”
Insight: Mouse is saying the girl was struggling with anorexia until he took her grocery shopping. She now eats regularly. Applause.
Lyrics: “Clipping them hoe tails, make ‘em do the running man”
Insight: Mouse is a strong advocate of exercise. Michelle Obama would love him.
Lyrics: “My niggas out in the field; you might get killed”
Insight: If you go out at night, you’re most likely a vampire and deserve to die.
Lyrics: “Y’all niggas ain’t real, lame niggas get killed”
Insight: In this world, you’re either real or you die. It’s just the universe’s way of ensuring sustenance.
Lyrics: “I’m trying to bone, then pass to the bro”
Insight: Mouse is a generous man who believes in benevolent giving. He’s probably Catholic.
Bottom line: Mouse got the rap game on his lil’ shoulders. Someone please give this baby genius a record deal. Now.