As storied as the trees that spring from our soil are, it's a wonder that Seattle doesn't produce more weed rap. No, not merely rap from high-ass rappers, especially the native genus who historically can't even be bothered to push the shit out of their momma's momma's basement half the time—I'm talking weed rap as it's perpetuated by the newer generation in 2012. Laid-back, lazily boastful, as obsessed with the act of smoking, the state of highness, as their predecessors were concerned with being "lyricism," "rawness," or even "mad izm." This song captures a wonderfully hazy (in the mind, at least, if not the sky) Seatown day spent sweeping guts from Swisher Sweets while soaking up the unreasonably lovely local scenery that's unlocked by a lot of sun and a little blue sky (or Blue Dream, even).
The sample is familiar from a Mobb Deep classic. The MC is West Seattle swag rapper Cam The Mac, the director is Harry Clean of Detooz Films, who's making like 2 videos a week it seems like. Also: shouts out to that beanie, made by dope local brand Reverie and adorned with the City of Seattle's logo. 1, 2, meet me outside.