Here's some spooky, slow-drag rap from the former 1/3rd of SOTA, now on his second solo album, the just-released Trapital Trill (whose name alone qualifies this post for a "Two Block Radius" tag). Thad is havin' visions in the water closet, or just tripping balls while his date plays dolphin. Nacho who's opening line "Dark" plays perhaps the most cocky and self-assured suicide victim—though it is homegirl who kicks the chair out from underneath his Sub Pop edition SB Dunks, so maybe it's a murder, or at least a collaboration. Lastly, Av is like Sam The Butcher, bringin' Alice the meat—making an unholy mess out of some poor animal's former ribs. BBQ, anyone?