All of this was evident on stage Wednesday night at the Fillmore in Silver Spring. So Babytron added a layer of fashion to the mix: a big coat, big sunglasses, and big fountains of hair spurting out from the back of a baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. Please don’t show me that you’re sweating, okay? Or a smile. Or wink. Or use facial muscles that may indicate what’s really going on inside the gobstopper. In other words, BabyTron kept a straight face the whole time.Crash Yo Whip songEating linguine from being “grilled like a panini,” haunting a mansion “like Luigi,” and swinging the “squeegee,” “bikini,” and “fiji,” and NBA Hall of Famer Dark rhyming metaphors about “Nowitzki” until he ends up feeling “like Da Vinci” when “I’m looking at my bank account and someone comes and pinches me.” “
He was running up the mountain of life like a child climbing a jungle gym. Of course he was having fun, even if he didn’t seem to be enjoying it very much. Stand-up comedians don’t laugh at their own jokes. Magicians never hold their breath with their tricks. Sure, BabyTron doesn’t have to enjoy everything the rest of us enjoy. Even his hype team spent most of the show standing guard at the front edge of the stage, mostly nodding along to the beats. It looked like they were waiting for a bus.
Everyone else in the audience seemed to finally realize that the bus hadn’t arrived about halfway through the set during “.”zap zone” is a lively duet between BabyTron and wild-style Milwaukee rapper Certified Trapper, each verse punctuated by riveting eighth-note handclaps. As the assembled flock enthusiastically raised their hands above their heads and clapped together, Babytron asserted himself as the shepherd of souls and the irritated driver in the same breathing ribbon.
There was also a more modest Razzle Dazzle. “A2Z” gave BabyTron the opportunity to alphabetize his boasts as if “Sesame Street” were M for adults.FormerFrom his new album “Case Dismissed” a list of hexes cast by the scorned lover was created. “I wish a mosquito would bite me on the back where she can’t reach,” Babytron rapped. “I hope she grabs her last pizza and drops it.” Naturally, he sounds more like a psychic motormouth brainstorming bad luck than a ruthless hater. I did. Let the hearts of other rappers bleed. BabyTron’s mind is at work.