Shystie - One Wish
Shystie - One Wish
A little dated, this one, as I've been listening to it a lot over the last couple of months, but I was flicking through a CD of mp3s on the train home last night and I ended up listening to this three or four times in a row; the bit that gets me is the verse where she rhymes about how "mans nowadays don't care when they kill", her voice lilting up to suggest paranoia and panic. So even when she gasps "to the families of lost ones I'm sorry, R.I.P to babies Jessica and Holly", which would probably sound tasteless elsewhere, it sounds full of conviction and surprisingly moving - like Ghostface when he gets all hyper on 'My Guitar', rapping
"Did you think I was playin'? When I told you before
You can't come back here, open you up like a pap smear
Actin' like you ain't got fear, nigga you get popped here!
Matter fact, I'm a street doctor, take the shot here!"
...like the world is ending around him. And like Ghostface, Shystie's lyric combusts over the most achingly beautiful backing, a scattershot, glimmering grime tune which sounds like a loop of a handful of diamonds clattering down onto a glass table.