Rap Religion receives countless submissions every single day. More often than not, I’m often left disappointed, bored or annoyed. More often than not, the music is repetitive, a foreign impersonation and nothing original. Let’s see if Peeso Stiffler can change that. Gun Talk. In Peeso’s words, the song is about a young boy, named Tshepo, who has to create a path to where he is today. The song reiterates street protocol and references a famous idiom, “walk the walk, talk the talk.”
The production is dismal and bland. A recreated string melody, plain 808s (although sliding, they’requite basic) and the occasional hi-hats. The production relies heavily on the dissonance to create a sonic direction based on harmonic discord. Peeso can rap. He’s skilled but nothing overly exceptional. He’s halfway to being something extraordinary but at the same time, he’s pretty far away. For an example, as he describes Tshepo’s upbringing – he relays his pain, anger and how dangerous he is so effortlessly. It’s refreshing to hear an artist capable of using his dark and powerful cadence to good measure. In additional, he’s a good storyteller. Able to convey his thoughts without over-complicating or dumbing it down either.
“I’m the lil nigga but the big homie. Niggas acting like they fucking know me. I was raised by dope dealers (bruh) and niggas that kill for a living (bruh).”
“I put a 16 in a 9, just pray to God you don’t die tonight. You try to take my nigga, Dova. Drillers gon’ pull up and end your life. The clock is ticking, (man), your time is coming. The glock is cocked and squad is running. Niggas’ scared, niggas hella weak/Halloween. I leave your corpse in a bloody sheet.”
Picture evoking lyrics, an aggressive delivery, a dissonant melody and a slow yet steady drum progression work hand-in- hand to create a song that thrives on melodic tension. The tension heightens your senses and every word begins to connect. Between the double entendres and great wordplay, there is also weak lyricism, clichés and some corny lines.
“Bitches all started clapping, no hand – just asses. Lipstick on my white and all over wine glasses. Star player of the Drillers (bruh), Iniesta with the passes. Bitch, I’m the man of the matches. Bitch, I’m the man of the matches.”
A production change. An unexpected production switch-up and it’s become slow but still largely dissonant. This production style is reinforced by bouncing 808s too. Lyrically, the first half of the song is more impressive. This second half sounds like a different song although the transition was relatively smooth. Highly reminiscent of Flame and Travi$ Scott. Autotune reliant melodies and mumble-rap inspired adlibs. The second half is enjoyable but unfortunately, a Travis $cott rip-off.
In conclusion, Gun Talk is a decent effort. There are places where Peeso excels and others where he fails. Peeso could be something special. If he figures out his own sonic direction, attains a good producer and engineer while remaining lyrically focused – he carves out his own lane. A great delivery, a strong cadence and some impressive storytelling, Peeso can truly be on the way “to the fucking top now.”