Chicago has plenty of rappers with distinctive styles, but none is quite like Valee. As he became a national phenomenon last year, several marquee names tried to replicate his nimble, staccato flow, including Nicki Minaj, Smokepurpp, and Tyler, the Creator. But mere imitation can’t capture Valee’s charm and skill—or his alchemical combination of nonchalance and boastfulness.
Valee Fri 7/19, 3:20-4:10 PM, Red Stage
“Two 16’s”
Verse: Hope you don’t run up, bitch, I’ll toe-tag you / Shoot you five times, Christian Louboutin sneaks / Five racks, lean was gone, refill that / Flow mad sticky, spill that Louis Vuitton print wallet, hanging / From my garment bag, Cuban link
“John Doe”
Verse: In the two-door, color egg yolk / You can miss me with that shit, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout bread, though / I’m with my Hispanic bitch, but I’m not her man, though / Got two dirty sticks, I look like Commando / And I stay ten toes, I don’t gotta stand, though / I pop Addies by the four, I don’t fuck with Xans, though / Met that bitch in January, but her name ain’t Jan, though / I might have to toe-tag you, now your name is John Doe
BPS: 4.67
Time: 13 seconds
