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17 hours agoMAVI: The Pilot
His frequent allegro cadence accents how deftly he changes direction within verses. "Silent Film," set to mellow chords and a shuffling breakbeat, is casually breathless: "I roll the dough and cook it/Was juggin' cause in a world so cold, you just throw on a hoodie/I see the limit and push it, sneaking over the edge/Made a million off of my grief, none of my people rose from the dead," Mavi raps, subtly pausing-and stretching and compressing words-to keep the meter.
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