This weekend, I was at a 5th Child show in Jackson and, between sets, the DJ started playing Coke Bumaye’s “Hands Up.” Instantly, the whole spot started jumping. Literally. The club grew legs, jumped in the air and didn’t land until the song was over.

But here’s the kicker: the song wasn’t playing at your usual booty club where thugs and future baby mommas reside. No, it was played at a spot for the intellectual 20-something crowd. That didn’t matter as Coke has managed to penetrate both sides of the fence with his hard-hitting monster crunk beats and poignant, honest lyrics.

I’ve been running around the house humming those high cords for the last two days and I probably won’t stop. But don’t sleep on the rapper; Coke Bumaye can weave a tale of the Jackson streets while mixing in a bevy of topics that everyone can relate to.

Go ahead and pick up the full mixtape, Translation2, while you’re at it. I’ll just continue riding around the city with “Hands Up” blaring thank you very much.