Since the fall of NY’s iron fist rule over rap, it seems like every couple of months someone declares, “NY is back.” It’s usually someone trying to push a new rap cat to the Hot 97 crew. Those dudes are aight, but, they always seem to miss one thing — actually reppin’ what it’s like to live in NYC. Cats will rep the drug trade of the city or the club scene but miss out on what the rest of us who aren’t living New Jack City coke dreams are fucking with. Yeah, you gotta have a song about someone getting stomped out with a pair of Timbs but you also need a song that reps Kennedy Fried Chicken.