I have a penchant for describing things in extreme terms. “This Midnight Berry Skittle doesn’t just taste pretty good, it is in fact the best variety of Skittles on the market.” Or, “No, no, no, Tom Brady is a great quarterback, but I promise you, he is totally Hitler and possibly sent from the future to kill Sarah Connor.”

Since I talk about music more than anything else in life, my conversations are always littered with these wild comments. Whenever a song I like starts playing, I involuntarily exclaim “Oh man, this is my favorite shit ever.” I probably have around fifty favorite albums; I’m not talking like a list of forty-nine records after my all time favorite, I’m saying I have said “This is my favorite album of all time,” when describing fifty different albums.

This impulse annoys the hell out of me. I want to be one of those level headed commentators, like “Yo, you remember this son, like back in 08′, shit was brazy.” Or one of those homies who can smoothly give insightful feedback that makes the moment more enjoyable. Instead, I’m hopping up and down yelling, “This is the greatest Jay-Z verse of all time, did you know in 1996,” which is inevitably the moment when my voice begins to fade, as you start to tune me out.

My hyperbole game is too strong and most of the time, if you call me out on it, I will backtrack faster than that Drake hater. However, the following statement is one I will forever defend, no matter how crazy it may appear.

Curren$y is the most consistent rapper in the game.”

I can’t remember where I was first introduced to Spitta, but I do recollect thinking that it was some of the worst rapping I had ever heard. For the life of me, I couldn’t find a single bar he had that rhymed correctly. His flow seemed to stop and go at random. He seemed to just drool his verses out, like he was too cool to actually put in effort or show any kind of excitement while recording. Curren$y was in the middle of an unprecedented mixtape release run, and I was confused as to why the underground was so excited about that fact.

At some point, in 2010 (between the release of Man on the Moon II and My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy), something happened. I was sonically ingesting a steady diet of Blu, Kid Cudi, some random indie-electronic band no one listens to anymore, and Kanye. I wasn’t even on the mixtape heavy tip at the time. Somehow, some way, I found myself staring at the screen, mouth agape, as “Elevator Musik” played…for the tenth time.

There was probably a very obvious change in my life that became more prevalent at this time, but we won’t touch on that one. Since watching the “Elevator Musik” video an unhealthy amount of times, I have been a fan. Curren$y discography was already overwhelming, so catching up was going to be near impossible. However, the few mixtapes I downloaded and the albums available were really all that was needed to understand the formula. I say that not in a negative way, but in pure awe.

If anyone understands the rap game and how to make enjoyable music for his or her fans, it’s Spitta. Curren$y recognizes the power of amazing production and ambiance. Whenever I talk to fellow stans, someone always states that every new Curren$y tape is like getting a brand new beat CD. To say he has some of the best instrumentals in the game, would be to wholly undersell his amazing knack at picking ridiculously incredible beats. Unlike many other emcees who stumble upon amazing sounds, he doesn’t resist it; instead, he lets the background envelop him.

Curren$y’s music is more than just bars, lyrics, punchlines, or messages. As cliche as it is to say, he makes mood music. Looking back at his discography would reveal only a sparse number of uptempo or “trap” inspired records. His attraction with the mellower sound stems from his tendency to get high at all times of the day. Coincidentally, most of his fans share his love for the sticky green, partaking in the once sacred pastime while enjoying his music. Spitta’s production is made for the session, to just be enjoyed peacefully and carefree.

It also helps that his frequent collaborators seem to do their most creative and best work on his projects. Ski Beatz, Monsta Beatz, and Thelonious Martin are all vital ingredients needed to make the Curren$y recipe so damn tempting. Their deep wealth of musical knowledge and sampling ability gives each project the jazzy atmosphere that fans have come to love. Pilot Talk, The Winner’s Circle, and The Drive In Theatre are sonically pleasing at a bare minimum. A special shout out to The Alchemist for Covert Coup, which has some of hardest hitting beats found on a Curren$y project.

One of my previous issues hasn’t actually been resolved: the rapping. I admit that Curren$y’s delivery took some time to get use to, but once I began to understand that his voice was secondary to the vibe, I became a super fan. I don’t want to give you the sense that he isn’t a good rapper or that his producers are the reason his art is so successful. Curren$y is one of my favorite rappers now, because he is clever and he does often drop small messages for fans to unpack. However, he isn’t flashy, he always remains cool.

Spitta’s voice will never strain on a track like Kendrick, he won’t try to sing like Drake, he isn’t going to throw out a thousand different adlibs like Big Sean, and he definitely doesn’t want to jump on the pop-rap wave like his homie Wiz. All he does is nonchalantly drop quotables. You won’t even notice that you are singing along, one day you will just know every single line because you thought one was pretty dope. All his hooks are incredibly easy to learn (going back to the plant thing) and fun to recite.

Each new Curren$y release features the cool lyrics, the great production, references to pot, and some obscure muscle car, which is all it needs. He is not trying to reinvent the wheel and his fan—who have been riding around through hundreds of different songs—are not asking him to either. It only takes one taste of his sound, to get you  hooked for life. As long as he doesn’t put out anything that strays too far from form, he should be alright.

Curren$y is like the total stoner that actually got off the couch just to record all of the dope shit running around his head, while acknowledging the fact that everyone knew he was high and deciding his best recourse was to avoid all possible confrontation.  His consistency is a product of him just wanting everyone to be chill, the ultimate pothead dream.