Westside Gunn - Heels Have Eyes (EP)
The night before Heels Have Eyes 6 touched down in Las Vegas; Westside Gunn reminded the rap world exactly who the Flygod is with a surprise EP of the same name. Clocking in at just one night of creation, “Heels Have Eyes,” the EP is another shining gem in a crown already glistening with Griselda gold. But this drop is more than just another addition—it’s a flex, a sermon, and a warning all rolled into one. It’s Gunn at his most effortless, reminding everyone that what others labor over for months, he does overnight—and still manages to sound sharper, more textured, and more culturally refined than most of your favorite rappers’ entire catalogs.
From the jump, “Heels Have Eyes” feels like a midnight exhibition curated by a madman who knows beauty in bloodstains and Basquiats. Gunn has long transcended the conventional boundaries of rap, positioning himself as both artist and architect, crafting sonic spaces that mix high fashion, raw street tales, and museum-grade references. This EP is no different.
On “Davey Boy Smith,” Gunn goes straight into coke gospel—his patented style of merging high art braggadocio with grimey street narratives. The way he layers his bars over minimalist production feels like a spoken word performance at a luxury gallery in the middle of a war zone. He name-drops, flexes, and speaks with conviction, the kind that only comes from a man who’s lived and earned every bar he spits. He’s not begging for recognition—he’s claiming a legacy that’s already set in stone.
Then there’s “Einstein Kitchen,” a track that encapsulates everything Gunn stands for—luxury with grit, chaos with class. His voice weaves through the beat with the ease of a master chef in a trap house kitchen, boiling down raw ingredients into something gourmet. It’s a flex, no doubt, but also a creative statement: Westside Gunn doesn’t just rap; he creates pieces. It’s culinary, it’s artistic, and it’s unapologetically him.
What makes “Heels Have Eyes” so special is that it was born out of spontaneity yet doesn’t lack structure, depth, or soul. That’s the Flygod formula: make it look easy, make it sound flawless, and make sure it leaves an impact. Gunn’s voice is still one of the most distinctive in hip-hop—gritty and nasal but wrapped in the aura of someone who could sit in the front row at Paris Fashion Week and still have a brick in the trunk.
But beyond the sonics and the quotables, this EP is a testament to hustle. Westside Gunn isn’t just an artist; he’s a cultural force. From redefining underground rap with Griselda to bridging the gap between streetwear and fine art, he’s built a legacy brick by brick, bar by bar. “Heels Have Eyes” is another chapter in that legacy—a reminder that while others are still trying to catch up, Westside Gunn is already sketching out the blueprint for what’s next.
The streets hear him. The fashion world sees him. The culture feels him. Who can make music like the Flygod? No one. And he proves it—again—with nothing more than a single night and a mic.