Just last year, Ka said, "You can't Google me! Cirque du Soleil kills me – they have that show, Kà." Today, the hard spitter straight outta Brownsville is on the rise, making year-end lists everywhere and sounding like Wu-Tang forever. On his latest, internal rhymes swordfight one another: "Do it quick for ruger clip, make it burst apart/Till then disperse, not a verse but a work of art" (from "Jungle"). As for Google? Now he comes up fifth.