Flex shouts out a number of personnel associated with the record, laughs out loud while repeating Jay’s and Kanye’s punchlines (mostly Jay’s), predicts that all other rappers are shaking in their boots, recommends that any rapper releasing an album anywhere near Watch the Throne push it back, talks watches, cars (of course), New York City (the West Side Highway and Con Edison), and overall just rewinds the track incessantly in order to gush over it. Everything is bigger, better, and more than it really is: “New York City, this has been playing for thirty minutes,” he shouts, eighteen minutes in.
Whenever I read this piece by Nick I get a kind of reverse vertigo because I imagine Funkmaster Flex as monolithically tall, like thirty feet at least, and when gravity slips he’ll decide who is pulled back to earth.
