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The man is a writer’s writer, capable of evoking atmosphere and scene and character with concision and dark beauty.īut if, artistically speaking, Eminem and Yelawolf share a common caliber of verbal genius, there the similarities begin to end. Not since the ascendance of his label founder Marshall Mathers, aka Eminem, had the world encountered a rapper whose wordsmithing - aside from being madly slammed and cleverly curlicued - created such complex layers of meaning.
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Yes, at 34, the Southern hip-hop artist born Michael Wayne Atha has come full circle, having released several mix tapes between 20, one of which, Trunk Muzik, revealed an artist whose talent for penning powerful lyrics was matched by his fierce gift for delivery, language being both Yela’s vehicle and the high octane that fuels it. “Just because you got yourself in some shit,” Yela sings in his cautionary tale about lives lived wrong, “It doesn’t mean I have to come deal with it.” and the twang of country, and anchored by a dark, catchy chorus that has taken alternative radio by storm. From it’s opening chords, all slapping bass and apocalyptic bayou rhythms, “Till It’s Gone” is a pure piece of Southern gothic: a hip-hop song that is so genre-defying it seems to found a brand-new style, blending rat-a-tat verses with the atmospheric hum of R.E.M. Home, in this instance, is less about place than a state of mind, though certainly the place of his birth is all over Yelawolf’s latest single. You can see it in his face these days, in his open smile, in the relaxed clarity of the blue eyes he locks on you when he speaks, and you can hear it in his voice - especially in his voice, that cool, smooth instrument with the drawling lilt which, at the drop of a hat, can erupt in rapid, punctuated syllables that spit a kind of embattled authenticity, equal parts urge and urgency.