The old school Gang Starr, a positive rap album with respect for the elders, but most notable for that "DJ Premier In Deep Concentration" track, again making me want to point out to the one-and-a-half people who might accidentally read this on their laptop while donating white blood cells that motherfuckin' rap albums need the DJ tracks, but fucks ain't even got DJs anymore. Or a DJ is somebody from the Clue school of DJ-ing where you just put exclusive shit on a mixtape (ironically, only done on CD anymore) and yell your name over the background so as to fuck the song up if anybody wanted to make their own mixtape with that track. DJs is confused. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to lay down some cardboard and pop and lock to my heart's contention out there by the goat pen in the back yard, BECAUSE I'M AN OLD SCHOOL DUDE WHO'S A COLD FOOL, DOO! Ain't no joking, nor misrepresentation, because I'm a motherfucker who'll take a mouthful of Pop Rocks and Pepsi, do a windmill but spin out into an upright position just in time to kung fu kick my goddamned goat named Kerouac who's about to headbutt my spinning ass fooled ass. Might not have attained mind over matter, nor man over machine, but I can kick a motherfuckin' goat in the ribs and make him back up. And after all, isn't that what hip hop's all about?
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