The club on Saturday is like church on Sunday for those willing to live and love with abandon. Cakes Da Killa surely numbers among the faithful, these devotees to the riddims and nocturnes of the discotheque.
The New Jersey-via-New York MC has always been more than capable of rapping circles around anybody, bars cartwheeling and catwalking across the pocket with ease.
That hasn’t changed, but he has undergone a minor metamorphosis. Previously, Cakes Da Killa came across as the coolest guy at the ball, draped in designer, surrounded by strapping young concubines.
On Black Sheep, out today, he’s no longer satisfied with the spoils of splaying out in VIP: he wants to run the decks and make you sweat..
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