EVERY THURSDAY, here you’ll find a short list of three little birds singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true — a mini-comp covering the best new music, music videos, albums, underappreciated songs, and so on. These might be big-time artists with big, new hits, small-time musicians we stumbled across on social media, or even iconic musicians from the past whose songs may help us better understand today.

This Thursday’s Three Little Birds are Stormzy (“Vossi Bop”), Damon Locks / Black Monument Ensemble (“The Colors That You Bring”), and Hopsin (“Picasso”).

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“Vossi Bop” by Stormzy

Welcome to London Vulgaria, home to grime rapper Stormzy, whose new single “Vossi Bop” comes out in anticipation of Stormzy’s second studio album. Starting in 2015, the “Vossi bop” is a dance — or a meme, or whatever — created by Tweeter @NLVossi, in which you essentially lean forward and bop. But to Stormzy, the Vossi bop is more a mindset than a meme, as per his Beats 1 interview: “I think it just embodies everything that I’m about. The confidence, the humor, the style, the flair, the anarchy, the chaos, just the vibe. All of these things, I was like, ‘This is me embodied’.”

Lyrics

My bruddas don’t dab, we just Vossi bop
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop
Getting freaky in the sheets, we’re takin’ body shots
Then I finish with a facial just to top it off, ayy
My bruddas don’t dab, we just Vossi bop
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop
Getting freaky in the sheets, we’re takin’ body shots
Then I finish with a facial just to top it off, ayy

You ain’t got a clue, let’s be honest
I had a couple seeds and made a forest
I put in the work and take the profit
Lookin’ at my girl like “What a goddess” (Thank God)
Rule number two, don’t make the promise
If you can’t keep the deal then just be honest (Be honest)
I could never die, I’m Chuck Norris (Chuck Norris)
Fuck the government and fuck Boris (Yeah)
I’m a villain, killin’ when I’m barrin’
Brothers in the hood just like the movie that I star in
Servicin’ my whip, I phoned the boss to bring my car in
I could probably take your chick, but I just wouldn’t ’cause she’s jarrin’, oh
I got the sauce (Sauce), don’t know what you thought (Thoughts)
Catch me up in the snow in my sliders and my shorts (Shorts)
Chicks tryna get my brother Flipz to share his thoughts
I think he’s tryna tell me I should tell her he don’t talk
I don’t fuck with her
Yeah, I used to hit it but you’re stuck with her
Man, I wouldn’t even try my luck with her
Gyal say I’m bougie (Word), way too exclusive (Word)
Chillin’ in Dubai know I get it all inclusive (Word)
Now may I ask if you can find it in your spirit (Yeah)
To leave us all alone and go and mind your fuckin’ business
Lookin’ in the mirror sayin’, “Mikey, you’re the illest” (Yeah)
When I’m James Bond, tryna live my movie like I’m Idris
So we telling ’em look

My bruddas don’t dab, we just Vossi bop (Ayy)
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop (Ayy)
Getting freaky in the sheets, we’re takin’ body shots (Ayy)
Then I finish with a facial just to top it off, ayy
My bruddas don’t dab, we just Vossi bop (Ayy)
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop (Ayy)
Getting freaky in the sheets, we’re takin’ body shots (Ayy)
Then I finish with a facial just to top it off, ayy

My bruddas don’t dab, we just Vossi bop
So much Vossi I might open up a Vossi shop
Mummy sayin’ that I need to get some sleep
All this flyin’ overseas is always fuckin’ up my body clock
And all this stress has got me wreckin’ up my brain (Ayy, ayy)
So tell these likkle fishes back up off my name (Ayy, ayy)
I ain’t gotta be a rapper with a chain
Cah the rules are kinda different when you’re baddin’ up the game (Straight)
Baddin’ up the game, bad it up again (Yeah)
Had ’em up before, have ’em up again (Yeah)
Fake bruddas, man, your mandem will pretend (Yeah)
Pussy by himself, he’s badder with his friends
Aww, you man are so insecure, man it’s a joke (Man, it’s a joke)
I need a Ballon D’or, ’cause I’m the GOAT (Still the GOAT)
If you believe in your sauce then raise a toast (Raise a toast)
These are some genius thoughts so make the most
Told her “Save me some”
I need all the homage, could you pay me some?
Man a droppin’ bangers on your baby mums
Gyals say I’m rude (Word), they wanna see me nude (Word)
My name Stiff Chocolate, I got nothing left to prove
I got holes in my lapel, rubbin’ shoulders with your girl
Which one of **** said that I would go to jail? (Wah?)
Well, I guess you have to hold a L
Tell ’em “This is London city, we the hottest in the world”
What we tellin’ em? Look

My bruddas don’t dab, we just Vossi bop (Ayy)
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop (Ayy)
Getting freaky in the sheets, we’re takin’ body shots (Ayy)
Then I finish with a facial just to top it off, ayy
My bruddas don’t dab, we just Vossi bop (Ayy)
I tell your girl to link me at the coffee shop (Ayy)
Getting freaky in the sheets, we’re takin’ body shots (Ayy)
Then I finish with a facial just to top it off, ayy

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“The Colors That You Bring” by Damon Locks / Black Monument Ensemble

Chicago-based visual artist, musician, educator, deejay Damon Locks is a bit of a Renaissance everyman known for his various Chicago-inspired projects. Starting as a solo project, in which Locks sampled Civil Rights-era speeches in experimental collage-style music, Locks’ Where Future Unfolds has transformed over recent years into the Black Monument Ensemble, a 15-member group of musicians, dancers, and singers whose songs involve an interesting, innovative mix of gospel, jazz, activism, and 808s — as represented by the group’s uplifting “The Colors That You Bring.”

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“Picasso” by Hopsin

This week we have new music from Joyce Joyner, Denzel Curry, Logic and Eminem, and Hopsin, any of which qualify for this spot. Yet, “Picasso” not only stood out as one of this week’s best songs but one of Hopsin’s best in awhile — although the music video is a bit shitty. Under slightly different weather conditions, we may have chosen Curry’s “RICKY” over “Picasso” — i.e., the decision here was somewhat arbitrary. But here’s Hopsin’s lyrically impressive new song, nonetheless.

Lyrics

Hollywood, Hollywood, oh how I fuckin’ love you!
I cannot seem to breakthrough
From this curse that I’ve been stuck to
I came in as a lil man but now my fuckin’ nuts grew
Today’s the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you!
Uh-oh, it’s my triflin’ ass
Pullin’ up like, “Hi guys, I’m back!”
Goddamn, nigga, I’m so up that I can’t get down
Gotta skydive from that (Yikes!)
Won’t see the day I might relax
I ain’t never been a nice guy, in fact
Y’all wishin’ I would try nicer raps
Sorry, I ain’t got the right mind for that (Uh-uh)
Look how cold he is, pimpin’ just like H-O-V is
Y’all are Beyoncé and my rhymes stay inappropriate
This is just how my show begins
If you hatin’, come blow me then!
Fuck you, here’s some petroleum!
Give me my clout, you owe me it! (Yeah)
Whoa! Niggas better duck and run for cover like it’s fuckin’ Iraq
(Stand down, nigga!)
I’ll pull a nigga from your ass, you ain’t even die yet (Oh no!)
I’ve been headin’ up the ladder long enough
It’s time I hit the climax (Yikes!)
Your career’s goin’ bye-bye, it’s ironic you don’t got a bypass
Niggas know that I’ve been ill
Man, the whole time that I’ve been here
I done made a fortune like ten mil’
From the paper lines that my pen fills
And if I don’t spend it, my kids will
I’m low-key but a big deal
Hoes see me and they freeze up, that’s why they all on my dick still

They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin’ niggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a fuckin’ thing on Hop, whoa!

Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road
ASAP ’cause I ain’t liable
For no nigga (Nope!)
My fuckin’ head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso (Mhm)

I’ve been told the new game plan’s
To make bullshit for the new wave’s fans
And you can’t pop unless you take xans
And flex on the ‘Gram like you do make bands
What?! Oh no! They like, “Fuck boom bap rap, you can’t win!”
“Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan!”
That’s when I bust in like the Kool-Aid Man (Yeah!)
Look, I ain’t the nigga who pullin’ up
Tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah)
I’m here to rain on parades
My sinister ways to fuck up the rodeo (Woo!)
I do my shows and hoes
Be losin’ control like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop!)
When I deliver the penis it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio
Mmm, man, who want war with me?
Bitch, I torture beats, I’ve been born to beast
Still I abort MC’s, oh so horribly!
Dog, your corpse’ll be right on the floor with these
Feet that I’ll stomp you out with
This my house, bitch, and you can’t afford the lease (Watch out!)
Whoa! Fuck all that Hollywood shit
Over half of you not even lit that be ridin’ my dick
I got no problem with this
I come through and your body get slit, I could hardly resist
Nigga, my hobby is pissin’ on anyone I can offend
I got no friends
Whoever thinkin’ they hot, go and tell ’em nobody’s convinced
Hmm

They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin’ niggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a fuckin’ thing on Hop, whoa!

Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road
ASAP ’cause I ain’t liable
For no nigga (Nope!)
My fuckin’ head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso (Mhm)
Rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road
ASAP ’cause I ain’t liable
For no nigga (Nope!)
My fuckin’ head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
Bitch, I’m Pablo Picasso (Mhm)