While his buddy A$AP Rocky deals with all manner of legal troubles and gobbles down psychedelic drugs, A$AP Ferg has a grounding force within the scattershot collective known as A$AP Mob. His solo work—particularly his bruising 2013 album Trap Lord and the recently released EP Floor Seats—has held true to the core structures of modern hip-hop. The beats are trap at its most sinuous and cavernous, calling back to the dusky boom of the RZA or DJ Muggs’ best. Ferg provides the ballast throughout, with no-nonsense bragging, plainspoken metaphors, and cornball humor (“Gorgeous comma, pretty much about to fuck your mama/Kinda runnin' late for this meetin' with Obama”). by Robert Ham