First Listen: CyHi The Prynce, 'No Dope On Sunday'
Advisory: This album contains language some may find offensive.
He possesses one of the coldest voices in hip-hop, and one of the hottest pens. But for most of his professional career, Cyhi The Prynce has existed within the industry as an open secret of sorts — the ghost of G.O.O.D. Music credited with contributing to Kanye West's outsize legend on his seminal albums: My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, Watch The Throne, Yeezus, The Life Of Pablo.
Yet, the native Atlantan's solo start has sat on the shelf at record labels (Def Jam released him from his deal in 2015) that didn't know what to make of a southern MC who transcends every southern rap cliché. CyHi doesn't have to rely on Auto-Tune; he sounds like a cyborg without it. He doesn't need to lean on syrupy sung melodies; his punchlines are the real hook. And he's not confined to the trap, even though he's lived that lifestyle to the fullest.
Missing from his lyrical repertoire, until now, has been a story to flesh out his character. But the choir boy turned dope boy has finally weaved his divergent childhood paths into a cohesive narrative. With his debut LP, No Dope On Sundays, CyHi the Prynce brings Jesus to the trap and spits a testimony full of raw human contradiction.
While Christian tropes continue to creep into secular rap, most MCs treading that line tend to cast desire and devotion in diametric opposition to one another. Not CyHi. He finds synergy between the two. In his worldview, sinners
