“LATE NITE FREESTYLE” conjures up images of a person walking through a rainy, Gotham-esque city, hands buried in the pockets of their jacket, shoulders hunched as they pass crooked cops. They are contemplating what no longer serves them. They are picking up the pieces of a shattered life and putting it back together with a hard-fought new perspective. A clarity wrapped in melancholy, but a clarity nonetheless.

This moodboard comes courtesy of the moody, drill-inspired production that London-based CAEBAL brings to the track. The faint, dramatic vocal sample floating in the background acts as a sonic shadow behind that mysterious figure I was talking about back in paragraph number one. The main thing, though, is how CAEBAL raps: in a pitched-up voice, sounding almost like a demon pondering personal matters. The words flow elusively, carried by a tight internal rhyme scheme. No hooks, no frills. Just a late-night freestyle that renders a complete thought.