The fueling of a classic is never ensued by hype and razzmatazz, but its making is reliant on its peculiar pizzazz.
The stewing of a classic heavily relies upon potting on the table the right amount of song lengths and album’s clocking, besides an intro-outro trade-off of some songs. Makes for great listening/less chiming in with unnecessary interludes.
A modern classic polishes its soundscapes by employing varied production repertoire.
As with cuts of similar ilk, jam-packed with intense musicianship – not just great rapping -, rarely does one press skip. Ergo, neither is this different.
A pure classic has enough cultural underpinnings to stand the test of time contextually, once the other aspects have been done with. Here there are contemporary underpinnings that could easily be of relevance beyond the present. However, after all lines pull their punches, there is/are the one or two ones that straddle cool or clutches.
Making a date with Ghosty‘s Little Shop Of Horrors puts the point across what a seasoned rapper is, and what Ghosty is all about. It more than holds a candle to the film it pays homage to, as Ghosty tweeted;
We strivin for perfection over here.
— -Willis Reed, Sr.- (@Ghosty19s) May 5, 2015