A cut from the pretty solid WOLF, Tamale sees Tyler channel a touch of Missy Elliot on the iconoclastic, fuck-em-all opening few verses before paring it back for a breezy and candid verse of paternal longing and disdain. It’s a cross-section of Tyler’s best qualities, navigating the complexities between the profane and the profound with a deft resolve.
Tyler, The Creator : Tamale
