Taught Himself Everything

Reezy is twenty-two and everything he knows, he learned from YouTube. The production, the mixing, the video editing, the visual sense—all of it came from tutorials. He’s from Frankfurt and he released two mixtapes in a row, Feueremoji and Tropfenemoji, with song titles that feel like they’re indexing someone’s private mythology: Testament 1995, Lovestory 2002, Wolken 0000.

The thing that actually matters is that he doesn’t hire people to do parts of it. He makes the songs, he shoots the videos, he edits them, he even designs his own clothes and makes pieces for people in his crew. It’s not a statement about being multidisciplinary—it’s just how he works. No managers, no waiting for anyone’s approval. The internet handed him everything he needed to be a fully realized artist the moment he decided to start.

Growing up with that kind of access changes something fundamental about what you think is possible. You don’t hit invisible walls telling you that you need permission or credentials or the right mentor. You start making things and see what they become. A lot of the Frankfurt rap scene feels like that right now—not trying to sound like anything else, not following a template, doing the work with real taste and no apologies.

I think about how different this would have been fifteen years ago. What you’d need and who you’d need to know. Now the barrier is mostly will, and something about that produces a different kind of culture. More work gets made. It’s not gatekept into blandness.