Vince Staples hits you like a shoulder from one of the big boys at lunch time rugby.  There's no room for misinterpretation, there's no beating around the bush and there sure as hell are no gimmicks. Vince Staples is from Long Beach, California and he's young, 21 years young. We live a strange time, there's an angst or a greater sense sense of angst from us, us as in younger people <25 who sense what is going on. Vince Staples bottles that up with a perspective like no other growing up with gangbanging all around him and doing what he had to to get by, Hell Cant Wait is that storytelling shit we all love.

Some would say that Staples sounds a bit grim, there's no bouncy radio jams, there's no thots just hard, honest raps. There's a weird mix of vibes in the EP, whether it's the anti police sentiments that could fuel large scale riots, there's insights in to what it's like to rob folk or go shoot up an opposing gang and of course the ladies. Drug dealing is a topic explored by nearly every rapper let's be honest, but Staples does so in a funky unique way. It's all pretty funky in it's unique way whether it's the thumping base, sirens, synths or strings ... it's the thumping base that goes down a treat though.

First up there's 'Fire'. The first verse of the first track kicks off like this

School couldn't get me into Heaven
And Heaven couldn't get me in a bitch bed
Bred 11's that I stole on a house lick
Got them hoes, whole Polo outfits

Need I say more?

The second track '65 Hunnid Degrees' is a perfect offering for ya'll as to why I love Mr Staples. It's all throughout the project, he tells his stories vividly but smooth and crisp - hence why he's been snapped up by Def Jam. He's got flow, word play and many stories and perspectives.

Gloves with the disguise, bang the set before you blow
Don't stop 'til he drop
Don't shoot for the skies or shoot for his soles
I told you before
That niggas gotta die for this shit to survive
Is you with it or not? Get to knockin' then
Problem is lot of niggas scared of the consequence
Common sense missin' from your head when the pressure on
Niggas from my home ain't enrolled in the colleges
Fuck a class, junkies hittin' glass

'Screen Door' is slightly spooky insight in to what it's like to grow up in the same house as a whole lotta drug dealing. Again, Staples is able to pack so much punch in to simple lines which simply flows like gravy all over your roast beef.

Pots on top of the furnace, Glocks on top of the kitchen
Table-tables is turning, now my father is trippin'
He shootin', sniffin', and sippin', pigs recruitin' them snitches
Cause testimonies from homies can lead to longer convictions
Police knockin' at my door, pretendin' nobody hear him
Police knockin' down my door with judicial system permission

'Hands Up' is exactly what you're probably expecting it to be like. This song's kinda inspiring and the intro bass just get you in some sort of mood.

Deangelo Lopez and Tyler Woods
Just a couple they gunned down around the hood
I guess the pigs split wigs for the greater good
Cause I ain't seen them lock a swine up yet
At the most they reassign 'em to prevent protests
Just your color is enough to get you under arrest
Strong hand of the law got me feelin' oppressed
If you flippin', kill a fifty, then you get in a chair
Payin' taxes for some fuckin' clowns to ride around
Whoopin' niggas asses, scared to man up

'Blue Suede'? Well it's kinda the anthem really, it's everything that makes up the whole project encapsulated in to one song as the sireny sound at the start sets that vibe off. Then the bass. And the flow. And the lyrics. And the crippin'. 

The first five songs either get you hyped or tell gangbangin' drug dealin' stories, 'Limos' is a tune that pushes Hell Cant Wait above pretty much else this year. Staples splits the tune between two verses, the first appearing to offer an insight in to the negative aspect of the local hoes, the second plays the female as more of a victim. 

It all get wrapped up with the final jam 'Feelin' The Love'. It's more upbeat, but the issues and insight that Staples doesn't differ. The name of the song and the beat offer a finish to the project that instills hope and good vibes but Staples mainly rhymes about the same stuff while looking back on it more with the future ahead of him. It's good, and wraps up a damn fine effort from Vince Staples.

Been punchin' out their faces with the hands that I pray with
Money trees blowin' in the wind, I'm feeling the fragrance