Seeing the opening track, “What Have YOU Done For ME” unfold like a budding but foreboding flower, Nvsv is a collective of cognitive raps over spaced-out production. He holds this microphone that dangles loose chords around his wrist, his rhyme flow appears on “Pick-Up” with a catchy hook and almost psychedelic guitar and percussive combination. The strings that wash over the listener like a mighty, but warming wave are accompanied as he describes, “Once I was feeling so blue, now I am sipping on red red, all of them feelings are dead dead, all of them feelings all of them feelings are…” His voice trails off as he begins his first verse which is a shifting, but still stuck in the mud thematic caress through the gentle production.
Never is there a moment where Nvsv feels out of control on What Have YOU Done, even in his most dazed performances that follow like on “Aston Martin Luther King” where the stutter-step instrumentation is lost in time. Almost as if he was a ship at sea, Nvsv commands direction but is seemingly comfortable amongst the uneasiness. His delivery is clean, and ties that into his writing where he describes, “I might pull up clean, I might pull up clean, Aston Martin Luther King. I once had a dream in the garden, Icarus I’m falling, nigga watch ya wings.” Even as the sun begins to melt away his stabilized movement, he never falls within Death’s reach, but instead is able to slide through the crowd of misery effortlessly.
One of the last moments spent on What Have YOU Done takes a dive into these samples of children describing how society in America was not built for the black man or any man that does not have the complexation for the protection. Once that curtain dawns and the smoke disappears, Nvsv thankfully hops back into the driver’s seat with another 15-tracks added to the loopholes of his belt.