“Peso” – ASAP Rocky
That pretty motherfucker ASAP Rocky earned his spotlight—and reported $3 million deal with Polo Grounds Music/RCA—thanks to this chopped-and-screwed favorite.
“Preacher” – Saigon Feat. Lee Fields & The Expressions
In limbo for damn near five years, Saigon’s fabled debut finally dropped in February. This pulpit-challenging cut is perhaps the real-talk LP’s most controversial, accusing church leaders of extorting its people in the name of religion. Talk about spitting truth to power.
“Rack City” – Tyga
A late-in-the-year bloomer, this 808s-powered Drake leftover will continue racking up spins well past the release of Tyga’s 2012 sophomore album, Careless World: Rise of the Last King.
“Racks” – YC Worldwide Feat. Future
Auto-Tuned to inhuman extremes, you couldn’t even mention this guilty pleasure without air-stacking your hands, palms down.
“Rigamortis” – Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar spits heat rock over a brassy Willie B production from Section.80 that Busta Rhymes later stunted on. Try to keep up at your own demise.
“Roll Up” – Wiz Khalifa
The follow-up to “Black and Yellow,” this mushy, sing-songy dedication to a special lady has built-in puff-puff puns in the hook. Stoners need love, too!
“She Will” – Lil Wayne Feat. Drake
It’s hard to believe The Alchemist or Havoc didn’t have a hand in this Mobb Deep-reminiscent production. Still, Drizzy and Weezy connect over a moody T-Minus backdrop for yet another successful collabo.
“Spend It” – 2 Chainz
This club staple—recently remixed by T.I.— reigned in Atlanta for months before going nationwide, allowing Titi Boi to reintroduce himself as 2 Chainz, an ATL heavyweight.
“Strange Clouds” – B.o.B Feat. Lil Wayne
Dr. Luke laced B.o.B with a hard, bouncy beat to tear apart aside Lil Tunechi.
“Super Bass” – Nicki Minaj
Blending pop and electronic, the Queen B(arbie) catapulted to superstardom with this bubbily, Taylor Swift-approved clip-on for Pink Friday’s re-release.
“Sweet” – Common
Who pissed Common off? While Com’s bullets have no names (::cough:: Drizzy ::cough::), all his shots connect as he beats his chest over No ID’s intense snares and vocal snippet. Ain’t nothing sweet about these bars.