Shhhh, Don’t Tell Lupe…
I was listening to the Lupe Fiasco ‘Superstar’ remix and, I was really listening to it on some jedi concentration shit. I should preface this drop by stating that I caught a brick of some mango hashish. I don’t advocate drug use, whether it be illegal or over the counter (I fucks with DayQuil heavy), but sometimes a Friday night ain’t right without a blunt. Is all I’m sayin’.
So check it, I just got my journalistic review copy (read: unauthorized .rar) of the new legendary Roots album. You can best believe I will be going in on the retail for this joint since this shit is knocking my sperakerbox like that. So anyhoo, I rolled up my el in a dutch, I poured myself a tall cup of Crystal Light Iced Tea mixed with Henny (read: Black man’s water) and I turned on the laptop.
I’ve been listening to a lot of A Tribe Called Quest lately for no particular reason other than that is the only type of shit my lady keeps on her iPod. We took a trip to Montreal to get a stamp on our passports and I ended up listening to every ATCQ album a few times. I used to argue that DeLa Soul was the G.O.A.T. backpack rap clique, but gotdamn does Tribe have a grip of hits. This summer’s Rock The Bells concerts will be a Native Tongues/Spitkicker reunion. Maybe the new admin here at the X spot will lace me with a press pass like Eskay did last year? Prah’lee not tho’.
My point is that ATCQ really did go in and make some classic music. I have to remind myself sometimes that these old dudes in the rap game were once fresh without pushing themes that described the exploitation of the poor. Coming up in any game without throwing people under this bus is harder than just being someone who would do anything for a dollar. I hope these cats from ATCQ can get that last album off before Phife Diggy melts away. Hip-Hop needs that shit.
Speaking of Lupe…
Did I ever give T.I. his credit for merc’king everyone on that ‘Superstar’ remix? Lupe’s verse is fly enough and prah’lee better than 87.355 percent of the shit that gets played on the radio, but T.I. went in and showed that he was doing his lyrical push ups while his ass was on house arrest. I’m no longer upset at that stupid home video T.I. made in his robe and drawls. If that dude is going to rhyme like that he will challenge 3000 for the title of the South’s best rapper.
Yeah, I know, who cares?