Waiting for Yeat

We talked to herds of Twizzies outside The Fillmore in Silver Spring, MD for Yeat’s first tour. Tensions were high, Tonkas were discussed, and turbans were inescapable. One person insisted that Yeat was God, another devoted the dearth of his income to Yeat’s merch. This 22-year-old white-passing rapper who sounds like a swamp monster has suddenly become the face of rap. Why? How? The No Bells crew might’ve found the answers. – Millan Verma

Special thanks to Srikar Poruri for the insane edits. Thank you to Gustavo Marinho for the camera work, and to Alphonse Pierre for the insightful interview.

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