The fondest memories of my brief scholastic stint in Boston were weekends spent lurking through the hoods of Mattapan and Dorchester, trading east-coast lingo with local juvies far from campus quads. Feeling salty was the citywide synonym for my native crunchy, I'd learned--both quick, flavor-based adjectives that succinctly stood in for "lol why you mad bro?" Boston spitter/slacker Michael Christmas centers his latest cut on that same warm, fuzzy feeling of pointing and laughing at someone else's expense, kicking snickers about Nike Footscapes, sending commissary to friends in jail, and Rocko's Modern Life. The Floam God beat is a little more syrupy than the imaginative boom-bap Christmas hones on Is This Art?, but his effortless flow ties it all together. After our GEN F profile in F93, we were psyched to see Christmas clocking in time on the West Coast with Mac Miller, but dude hasn't switched up his slang just yet.