SEASONS by Walt Penn: A Daring, Do-It-All Triumph of Grit, Bars, and Vision

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A One-Man Wrecking Ball of Raw Rap Catharsis. Rising artist Walt Penn releases SEASONS.

If SEASONS by Walt Penn were a weather system, it’d be a storm—one that rolls through cities in Air Force 1s, high off its own convictions, scattering debris of bars, heartbreak, cocky one-liners, drug-induced visions, and underground boom bap grit. It’s a chaotic, brilliant, and unapologetically wild ride—crafted, performed, and polished entirely by Penn himself, from production and vocals to mixing and mastering.

Opening track "S." kicks off like a journal entry turned fever dream. Walt sets the tone: lonely in North Dakota, fueled by ego and hunger, blending luxury raps with self-aware satire. There’s a sense of contradiction in his bars—both parody and prophecy—as he slides between humor and hopelessness, dick jokes and death wishes.

"P." floats into psychedelic territory. The hook—"Flying can’t nobody ever bring me down / Dying is the only way I’m coming back down"—cements Walt's emotional high-altitude escapism. His Hunter S. Thompson references and LSD visuals crash into the margins of a rap game that still questions where weirdos like him belong.

"R." takes a more traditional victory lap format. High-energy, bar-heavy, and tightly delivered over what feels like a stripped-down Just Blaze loop, it’s a flexing session with real replay value. The “Chris Paul” refrain is ridiculous, but sticky as hell.

"I." dips back into the surreal. Martians, mollies, Bentleys, cheese tots—it reads like the postscript to a night out with Mac Miller and Travis Scott. But underneath the trippy layers, there’s emotional rot—“Wonder if they feel the pain inside me”—that makes the track hit heavier than expected.

"N." turns melancholy into menace. Walt grapples with loneliness and legacy, sometimes veering off into absurdist brags, but always pulling it back with painful truths like “Life moves on / Why does good feel bad / It’s a sad dream.” There’s enough weight in the songwriting to forgive any excess.

And finally, "G." is a climax of inner demons unleashed. Haunting figures, paranoia, lust, and spiritual survival all pour out. It’s less a rap song and more a whispered confession from someone clinging to the edge. The repetition of “I’m alright” feels less like assurance and more like a cry for help—making it a stunning closer.

Walt Penn does it all himself—and that’s not just impressive, it’s vital. SEASONS is a project that would crumble under anyone else's hands. It's a personality piece, loud, broken, brilliant, and beating with an artist’s unchecked heart.