Rapta turns Chiefin into an instant late-night staple. The cut lands like a fresh corner-store find: unrushed, sly, and impossible to shake once it starts.
The beat rides on a woozy low-end pulse, clipped drums, and a haze that makes every bar feel half-lit. Small melodic flecks and roomy echo give the track a smoke-room glow without muddying the kick.
For a drive with the windows cracked or a couch session that drifts into midnight, Chiefin fits the mood cleanly. Rapta keeps the vibe loose, but the hook sticks around after the speakers go quiet.
