Hit-Boy and Alchemist, two of the most trusted producers in hip-hop, showed out this week when they came through with some bars. Larry June brought The Alchemist on stage where the producer put his MC hat on and rapped a verse for a rather unenthusiastic Rolling Loud crowd. However, many reminisced on Alc’s beginnings as Mudfoot when he rapped as part of the duo The Whooliganz, alongside Mad Skillz (fka Scott Caan). Still, not everyone knew of The Alchemist’s lengthy history and it undoubtedly caught people off-guard.
As for Hit-Boy, he came out swinging when Hitmaka called him out during an interview. Hitmaka claimed Hit-Boy didn’t boast enough radio records to compete with him, which is crazy considering the Ventura-born producer put together records like “SICKO MODE” and “N***as In Paris.” Hit-Boy fired back with a preview of new music where he called out Hitmaka along with other contemporaries like Metro Boomin and Mustard. The single was actually part of a collab between Hit-Boy and The Alchemist that debuted earlier today.
Hit-Boy & The Alchemist Show Out On "Slipping Into Darkness"
Just after Metro Boomin dished his response, Hit-Boy and The Alchemist debuted a new video titled, “Slipping Into Darkness.” The impressive effort between the two producers showcases their bars and production. Hit-Boy raps over Alchemist's production and vice versa for an unexpected collab. “You gotta rap on this shit. I’m gonna rap on what you got. That’ll be nasty,” Hit-Boy says before they leap into the record.
The Alchemist’s on his backpacker vibes, sounding like a long-lost member of Griselda on this one. Meanwhile, Hit-Boy comes through with impressive set of bars that finds him declaring himself as the “best student Kanye’s ever had,” before leaping into his barrage of insults towards his fellow producers. Though Hit-Boy and Alchemist are excellent producers, they prove that their talents extend well beyond an MPC. Check out the collab above and sound off with your thoughts in the comments.
Quotable Lyrics
This feel like childhood summer trips, I've been a modest supplicant
They rob you for publishin', that feel like a punishment
How people I only met once, don't look like none of us?
Movin' with this wild behaviour, that shit that shattered my trust