Keita Juma's music falls somewhere between the rapidfire energy of grime and the hungry tension of rap's rising ranks. Every song, whether it's boast talk or a love song, has stakes. "HOLY" is a non-album loose cut that begins like a confession: Juma exhales placid raps over a rumble, his doubletime clip a pacer for the kickdrum that drops 30 seconds in. UK-born Juma is from the Toronto suburb of Mississauga—you may know it by way of PARTYNEXTDOOR—but his music bears no traces of the sprawling city's obsession with Metro Boomin-style rap bombast or the tepid lethargy of post-Weeknd soul.-=-=-=-

Instead, the rapper/producer floats between the eerier motifs of Southern and West Coast rap and the looming tension of grime's revved-up BPMs. Here on "HOLY", a chilly melody snakes through the spare hook, drawing a direct line across a continent and an ocean—via Toronto—between Dre's ominous synth melodies and the otherworldly heavy of a young Wiley.