This single starts with a growl. Not a musical one, I mean a literal, low-end rumble that buzzes through your speakers like something's about to break. You wait for it. You know it's coming. And then it does. The 808s hit so hard you'd swear your neighbor just slammed a door. Then the vocals kick in, and suddenly you're not listening to music anymore. You're trying to keep up. Mr. Igotbars spits like he's got something to prove and someone to prove it to. His flow is relentle