I guess I should put some sort of caveat here that Soulja Boy's "Turn My Swag On" and Kid Cudi's "Day N' Nite", both really old songs, have totally been peaking for me in recent weeks, to the point where I listen to both pretty much all the time now. These here Quarterly Reports are pretty unfair to growers like those. Some of these track below ("I'm the Shit" and "Half a Brick" especially) might be older than three months, too, but fuck it.

Also: Good songs this time! Hard to pick just ten!

1. Rich Boy: "Drop". Such a fucking juggernaut of a track. It's an "A Milli" bite, but it's also the only "A Milli" bite I've heard that may actually beat "A Milli" on its own terms, that all-swallowing bass and that maddeningly looped-up vocal sample, together, are the kind of thing I could listen to for hours on repeat without complaining. Polow must know this beat destroys, or else I can't imagine he'd play giggling hypeman all over it the way he does. And I really like the way Rich Boy actually sounds hungrier now than he ever has, staying in super-emphatic mode all through this song. With that guttural delivery, it's tough to imagine him being too cool for anything; it's like he's putting everything he has into every song he does. He's kept his career going longer than anyone thought it would through sheer force of will. It's kind of inspiring.

2. DJ Class: "I'm the Shit". Another day or two of procrastinating on this list and this song would probably be #1; it's really turning into crack for me. There is some serious Baltimore homerism at work here; it's great to see a serious O.G. club dude sort of blowing up on the strength of an actual Baltimore club track, one that doesn't really compromise this style at all, especially when deeply shitty and diluted versions of club music are reaching saturation point in hipster-cokehead dance-party circles. When I was waiting for the GZA/Black Lips travesty in Austin last month, I heard some random DJ spin a solid 45 minutes of fake-ass Baltimore club, that Lyn Collins "Think" break looped under, like, the "Sweet Child O Mine" guitar solo or "My Prerogative" or whatever, like that's all club music is: recognizable sample + "Think" break. It's hard to articulate quite what separates something like "I'm the Shit" from that fake out-of-town shit, especially when you're trying not to lapse into fetishistic rock-crit gibberish about intensity and abandon. But if you grew up with club music anywhere around you, you know this shit when you hear it. On top of that, though, "I'm the Shit" is just a great song, a simple little earworm hook delivered with serious gusto and arrogance. Lyrically, it's totally accessible exhilarating silliness: I am the coolest person in this club, fuck y'all. Class uses that cheap Ron Brownz Autotune just right, and it really works for him because, I mean, most club guys cannot sing. (Seriously, Autotune could be a godsend to Rod Lee.) It's also really fun to run around belting out a song with a chorus that's like 90% cussing right before my kid shows up and I have to clamp down on all that. (Some days, I think ending my overwhelming reliance on cusswords is going to be the hardest thing about being a dad.) There's also a Kanye remix, which is totally exciting and great, but this original is just total cheap low-budget awesomeness so it wins. I'm so happy that it exists and that people are actually getting to hear it outside Baltimore.

3. Yeah Yeah Yeahs: "Zero". This band doesn't really do anything wrong. Through each new release, they manage to switch things up just enough to keep things interesting but stay the same just enough that they don't lose the basic essential great thing about them, which is that they always sound like the exact moment in your night when you're as drunk as you're going to get before you start getting tired and crashing. It's the instant when all the lights are blurring into each other and you have no idea what you're saying even though you're totally enjoying your conversation, when you just feel great. And they pretty much always sound like that, when they're in ballad mode or banger mode. It's Blitz is a totally strong and satisfying end-to-end listen, maybe the most consistent thing they've done, but like everything else this band releases, it has one clear peak, one total transcendent moment. "Zero" is a great little mission statement even though I really have no idea what it's about. It's a gloriously big and euphoric dance-rock track that doesn't bash you over the head with the dance part. And like "I'm the Shit" I get the sense that it could seriously alter my reality if I heard it on the dancefloor at the right time. I never go out anymore, but that's the sense I get. Great video, too.

4. Cam'ron: "I Used to Get It in Ohio". I can't even tell you guys how amped I am about Cam's impending return. I don't know how it went away in the first place, and I don't know how it came back, but that guy's ability to make me hang on every word is fully back. Everything I've heard off Crime Pays has that same combination of syllable-swirling sideways wordplay and effortless, unflappable cool that made me like him in the first place. "I Love My Job" is goofy and maybe too on-the-nose in its recession-rap conceit, but it's also fun and warm and weirdly heartening, hearing Cam taking a break from talking about how cool he is to empathize with other people's struggles. "Cookies and Apple Juice" is a weirdly refreshing genre detour, Cam letting everyone know he can wreck over barely-there Casio-rap sort of like how he wanted to show how "Adrenaline Rush" worked just fine for him on Purple Haze. But this one is the one where it sounds like he never went away. Nobody makes these sort of budget epic tracks anymore; I could imagine this beat showing up on, like, a Mac Mall or No Limit record from ten or fourteen years ago. And Cam just sounds like he belongs on tracks like this, shortening his delivery into hard little information-packed couplets, letting himself wander off into weird detours like that onslaught of color-talk ("Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, Grey Goose") without ever sounding like he's getting lost. And there's another weird little personal resonance in there, one of my favorite New York rappers suddenly reemerging with a video about taking shit over in the Midwest at the exact moment I move from New York to the Midwest.

5. Raekwon: "Wu Ooh [feat. Ghostface Killah & Method Man]". Once again, these guys in their element, showing they can tear an eerie little piece of boom-bap to pieces, their chemistry fully intact right when you'd expect it to be gone forever. The beat is simpler and more direct than most prime-era Wu-Tang stuff, but it works beautifully for the controlled harness all three guys bring here. And seriously, all three of them go in hard as hell, none of them willing to let anyone else control the track. Ghost wins it, not too surprisingly: "I'm like Urlacher, beastin' at the top of the pile / Kneeing niggas in the nuts, damn I'm foul." But it's close. If the eventual video has some of that old chaotic mojo, fifty dudes climbing over ice cream vans or whatever, I feel like these guys could have a moment again. Of course, I thought the same thing about 8 Diagrams, and we all saw how that turned out, so maybe nobody should listen to me there.

6-10. Attitude: "Money [feat. Jackie Chain]"; Kelly Clarkson: "My Life Would Suck Without You"; Lil Wayne: "Yes [feat. Pharrell]"; OJ Da Juiceman: "Half a Brick [feat. Gucci Mane]"; Bat for Lashes: "Daniel"