The first New Music Friday of May has brought with it several noteworthy singles, including the return of Brent Faiyaz on “Fell In Love” alongside Marshmello and Desiigner’s exploration of his mental health on “Timmy Turner 2.” Aside from that, a handful of new albums and EPs arrived on DSPs too, such as DaBaby’s Call Da Fireman, and Conway the Machine’s WON’T HE DO IT. The latter was preceded by singles such as “Quarters,” “Super Bowl” featuring Juicy J and Sauce Walka, and finally, “The Chosen” with Jae Skeese.
Another title from the 14-song tracklist that got an early debut is “Brucifix.” The three-minute and 10-second long effort includes an appearance from Conway’s frequent collaborator, Westside Gunn. Though it was on DSPs prior to his album’s arrival, it did appear in a visual for “Quarters,” which the Buffalo-born wordsmith shared on YouTube just last month. The minimal beat was produced by Daringer, and it certainly doesn’t distract from either artist’s bold bars.
Conway The Machine and Westside Gunn Show Off Their Lyrical Talents on “Brucifix”
“Cocaine, caviar, and grouper fishes / You see a bunch of rappers, I see a group of bitches,” Conway sets the scene as his verse begins. “No broke n*ggas around me / That shit might rub off, I’m superstitious.” For his part, Westside name-dropped plenty of fashion brands, in his usual style. “Bottega green satchels / Bet I’ll be at you, Tom Ford tracksuit,” the east coast icon rhymes. “Prince Markie D on the stove, wearin’ raccoons / You just got it, I wore this shit Fashion Week last June (Ah).”
Other friends who appear on CTM’s latest effort include Fabolous, Ransom, and Jozzy. Stream Westside Gunn’s latest work with Conway the Machine on YouTube above, or add “Brucifix” to your playlist on Spotify/Apple Music. If you haven’t already, tap into the full WON’T HE DO IT album here. For more HNHH release recommendations, check in later today for our weekly Fire Emoji round-up.
Quotable Lyrics:
Cocaine, caviar, and grouper fishes
You see a bunch of rappers, I see a group of bitches
No broke n*ggas around me
That shit might rub off, I’m superstitious