When DS2 hit last July, it was the culmination of a comeback narrative that stretched three seasons; a grim, alchemic mixtape; and two quick-hit EPs that put Future back in the good graces of critics and fans. It was a coronation. And unlike Pluto or Honest—and perhaps because of the tepid reaction to the latter—DS2 shed Future’s polyglot image and doubled, tripled, quadrupled down on a single aesthetic. The one left turn comes early in the sequencing, by way of “I Serve the Base,” a psychedelic detour for those who like Future but really like Def Jux. Metro builds the sort of paranoiac blur that only a hyper-focused artist could cut through.