Armor of God

This is the record Vakill made after years of being slept on and you can feel that contained fury in every bar — dense, patient, and cold in a way that Chicago hardcore rap sometimes gets exactly right. The production palette leans dark and minimal without becoming murky, which lets the lyricism sit forward in the mix the way it deserves. It came out in a year where most people were not looking at Chicago underground rap at all, which made it invisible to most ears and kept it unspoiled for the few who found it.

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