Mick himself is a sneakily vicious lyricist, hawking ether, rocking the boat, rolling truth. His rhymes are tightly focused and workmanlike, so much so that it can disguise their complexity. There are no gimmicks. Every third Tumblr rapper has a third eye—Jenkins has a hawk eye. He paints pictures, but they're not Baroque. "Stephen Hawking, no need for talking." In other words, you know he can write because he knows how to edit. Stream the song after the jump, plus two older singles from his April project Trees and Truth that are just as coldly perfect for sundown and beyond. They'd make good 12 O'Clock Tracks for the AM.