The untouched glee of a sincere fist-pump (0:17); a pubescent voice-crack reminds us he is small for a chiseler (0:29); the zealous purity of his kid-sized equations for spiritual conversion (0:36); "I want some religious ceremony cash!" (0:46); making it rain, shaking alive wrapped presents (0:50); a daring, transgressive leap over the limbo pole (1:30); that swagger (2:07): yes, Bobb'e J is not only the best rapper alive, he is the future of everything.