A few weeks ago we were thoroughly impressed with Stove God Cooks' single, "Melo Chip and a Brick." The Babygrande affiliate rapped with conviction over a killer Conductor Williams with blaring horns. Our opinions on the track have been validated since then, as the track has crawled its way into the Syrcause spitter's top five most popular songs on Spotify. Now, Stove God Cooks is back to feed us once again with a record called "Carbone."
The producer tag teaming this effort with him this time is Stoupe. He too is from the Midwest, being a resident of Pennsylvania. The underground beat maker brings an instrumental that is a little more easy-going than "Melo Chip and a Brick." However, it still sounds great in its simplicity.
Listen To "Carbone" By Stove God Cooks & Stoupe
"Carbone" sees Stove God Cooks absolutely cheffing up a hot dish of confidence with a side of swagger. "They say they gettin' money but they don't look like I do (Don't look like I do) / Ooh, I do (Woo), have 'em wrappin' your head like Badu (Brr)." His flows on this track are excellent drawing out his "o's" on the chorus while annunciating every word on the verse. You cannot ask for much more than for him to drop a new album!
What are your thoughts on this brand-new single, "Carbone," by Stove God Cooks and Stoupe? Is this the better of the two tracks that he has released this year, why or why not? What is your favorite element of the song and why? Is about time for Stove God to drop a new project sometime this year? We would like to hear what you have to say, so be sure to leave your takes in the comments section. Additionally, always keep it locked in with HNHH for all of the latest news surrounding Stove God Cooks. Finally, stay with us for the most informative song posts throughout the week.
Quotable Lyrics:
Window with the chopper, money monster (Brr)
Carbone lobster, brick dropper (Woo)
Puffy pockets, lightskin Big Poppa (Poppa)
Common s***, that lightless in my diamonds (Yeah)
Water whipped the powder, watch your mouth, ma
Young boy hop out on you, shoot your mama (Brr)