Song of the Week: “Voices” by Big K.R.I.T.

I was early on Outkast, but I’ve been late on everything else Dirty South for the last seventeen years, and Big K.R.I.T. is no exception.  I’m proud to say my wife introduced me to his music.  Her favorite K.R.I.T. song is “Small as a Giant,” the penultimate song on his 2010 mixtape Big K.R.I.T. Wuz Here. It’s a fucking great song.  But for some reason, I keep drifting back to the final song on that mixtape: “Voices.”  Rap is possibly this epoch’s greatest vehicle for paranoia.  Dali might have coined the Paranoic-Critical Method, but Tupac was its master.  “Voices” brings me back to the exquisite paranoia of “Mind Playing Tricks on Me” by my first Southern crush, Geto Boys.  K.R.I.T. even references it on his song, “Good Enough.”  What a fucking genius.  My favorite part of this song, however, is how his accent distorts the chorus so you can’t actually be sure whether he’s saying, “I got these voices in my ear,” or “in my air.”  A confusion that’s exacerbated when he punches the word “breathe” in at the very end.  Isn’t that the scariest though, how each other’s dead voices seem to be keeping us alive?  I think so.  Oh yeah, and he made the beat.

-Chris Martin


Chris Martin is the author of American Music (Copper Canyon Press 2007) and Becoming Weather (Coffee House Press 2011).  A selection of his work was recently published in Sea Ranch, alongside parallel poems by Paul Legault.  How to Write a Mistake-ist Poem (Brave Men Press 2011) is his latest chapbook.  He is an editor at Futurepoem books and curates the response blog Futurepost.

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