Tense, impressive NYC hiphop. 

Unsettled by the playground-taunting delivery of Wiki; troubled by the too-calm detachment of Hak; confused by the overlaid images and flitting shapes of the video; marvelling at that most-ear-catching hiphop skill of internal rhymes that seem to be falling over each other to interact; unable to relax into the music because of the sharpness of Sporting Life’s beats and the melancholy keyboard notes; stunned into openmouthed silence, that’s where I am.