Rick Ross is trying to get Bill Gates money, and his moves are impressive. For the past two years Ross has been filling his team with a group of the most eclectic talents on the planet. Wale is the poet. Meek is the street kid who came up hard and fast. Omarion is the crooner. Stalley is the calm, conscious soul of the crew and Gunplay is the pistol whipping maniac. Could he really be assembling a rap Volton that will rake in a billion before it’s all said and done?
Rozay’s newest find is Chicago’s Rockie Fresh, a smooth, talented young gun with Kid Cudi-like vision. Rockie has a wide pallet, and his varied tastes flash brilliantly throughout his MMG debut tape, Electric Highway. At times he’s as spaced out and carefree like Wiz Khalifa, but he never truly lets his guard down. He’s the quiet kid in the room, watching you out of the corner of his eye. He’s aware of the trends, as his sound suggests, but he’s too lost in his own sonic adventure to let you dumb it down and hold it up to the work of his contemporaries.
While this tape is clearly a MMG release (you can’t deny that M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music drop), it’s most certainly Rockie’s show. He’s repping the crew but doesn’t lose touch with his identity from beginning to end. This isn’t gun waving trap music from the war-torn Chicago streets and he’s not rapping about bricks and bodies. This is mood music that welcomes giant joints and cups of Jameson with open arms.
No doubt Rockie Fresh is ready for the future.