Brief as it is, this seven-track EP is a vital part of Serengeti’s whole Kenny Dennis saga: not only does it flesh out a couple aspects of the eccentric character’s backstory, it sets him up for a dozen-year-long run of cult-fave records that take the titular character through a bewildering yet gripping arc of failure, reinvention, success, crashing out back into failure, delusion, and eventual contentment. Two big highlights are charmingly funny in completely different ways: “Don’t Blame Steve” proves that a White Sox fan like Kenny can find empathy for a fan of the crosstown rival Chicago Cubs if that fan becomes as big a scapegoat as Steve Bartman did, while the other side of his sports-obsessed coin flips over to reveal his still-simmering bitterness over Shaq disrespecting Kenny’s crew Tha Grimm Teachaz back in ‘93 on the throwback “Shazam.” (“You got no handles/You double dribble/You too sweet like a lollipopsicle.”) But they’re just parts of a whole. Both his underdog vibe and his aging-out frustrations are merged from the get-go on opener “Rib Tips,” which starts out with him trying to relitigate old in-group squabbles and veers into an awkward defense of his kid brother’s gig as an exotic dancer (“Tanya had to make a living!”). And the namesake title cut reveals further complications: a guy who’ll smack the shit out of someone for playing his music too loud on the L train one verse, then help a stranded motorist with his busted radiator hose on another. In terms of pure style, Geti’s partnership with producers Jel and Odd Nosdam brings out the corroded and blunt-force qualities of KD’s voice by underpinning it with a subtly queasy and disorienting warping of classic ‘90s headknock beats, though the unexpected motorik echolalia of fast-rap closer “Flat Pop” makes for a startling detour-slash-exclamation point.