"DO YOU RECOGNIZE/ A BLACK FAGGOT IS RAPPIN'?" he taunts at one point through the shrill clatter of his 7-inch "Infinity Epiphanies" EP (Araçá Recs). "AND YOU LIKE IT/ AND YOU LIKE IT/ AND KNOW YOU FUCKIN' LIKE IT." Ali is an all-caps rapper if there ever was one, but he isn't just about shock and awe. He spits with the glowing anger of a battle rapper, but also a tinge of divine retribution. On 'Shiva,' a Spartan treblefest produced by Houston MC B L A C K I E, who shares Ali's penchant for grating sonic aggression, Ali rages, "SHIVA, I'MMA DESTROY THESE NIGGAS," the "SHIVA" hook spiking into a squeal, a staple of his vocal repertoire. On the chorus of 'Say Something,' he repeats as a statement of purpose that God Himself told him to holler his truth over dissonant, synth-icy, 808-driven crunchers produced by Schwarz.