In joint dropping next week, homegrown rapper best known for rhyming Harvest with ‘r ass’ throws shade at ‘deep artificial’ rappers from The Heights and The Hills of Applewood

APPLEWOOD ACRES — Local lyricist Plowman Grit, the self-styled "soil poet of the suburbs," is set to release his much-anticipated joint Ploughshares & Provocations next Friday, and he’s not pulling punches.

The Applewood native—who first rose to notoriety for rhyming Harvest with r ass in his track “Bumper Crop”—has taken direct aim at what he calls the “deep artificial” scene emerging from The Heights and The Hills.

“It's all curated grief and rented pain,” Grit told WPP. “I rap from cracked pavement and rusted swings. They rap from Google Docs and ghostwriters sipping turmeric lattes.”

Though he didn’t name names, the shot seems aimed at a growing movement of hyper-stylized, emotionally minimalist rappers known for sterile visuals and vaguely spiritual vibes. Fans of Heights artists like Crœsswalk and Hēlga Broom have already begun retaliating online, accusing Grit of “nostalgia farming.”

Unbothered, Grit posted a cryptic teaser on Threads yesterday: “Let them meditate on a cul-de-sac. I’ll be out back, spitting mulch.”

Whether diss track or homage to Applewood grit, Ploughshares & Provocations is already being called a return to form—or at least to mud.

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