Every few weeks, Valee drops, or appears on, another laconic and transfixing rap song. This time, it’s “Allat.” All of these songs are of a piece: His monotone verses arrive in slow-drip rhythms over spare, ominous beats that can sound like they are backing up over themselves. He shares this Chinese-water-torture flow with fellow Chicago rapper Z-Money (the two of them feed into each other on last year’s excellent “Two 16s,”) but he uses it to project an icy, disaffected cool that is his alone. It radiates outward from “Allat,” which shivers in place for just under two minutes, the customary Valee length before he decides he’s given us enough. As the track skulks off into the shadows, he mutters a few indelible flexes—“I wanna new whip but I don’t want the car note/I fucked up my Jeep, I fixed it with Bondo/She told me I’m handsome/I tell her ‘yeah, I know”—before he rounds the corner again, out of sight.