Paul Wall is still drooping to the side in a slab.
On “Swerve” Paul Wall delivers the same old message, of Northerners imposing their will on to muffled silence. For every encourageable triumph in Travis Scott’s career, the City of Houston is only paid a small percentage-owed. But when Paul Wall puts out a new song to little fanfare, its resonance is damn near always felt on the ground level.
Pop a perc
Po’ the syrp