I don’t compile those BEST OF YEAR XXX lists
because it’s just trying to trick people into always buying new shit all the
time, which is what helps prop up this unfulfilling dissatisfying capitalist
system anyways. Also calendars are bullshit, we ought to be going by the moons
instead of this Gregorian crap, think how dope it would be to finally be able
to go to the beach in February or have a snow day in September. But if I was
the type of self-important jackass who felt like I not only consumed so much of
the consumptive arts but that I also possessed a better-than-most-others knack
for discerning what is quality and what is trash – you know, basically an
internet person – I’d definitely have Black Beans by Choosey & Exile on my
best hip hop albums of 2019 list. Except most people don’t put out actual
albums, and we either stream it or you’re old as fuck like me and still
illegally obtain mp3s, so you never listen to the whole thing in order like an
album is conceived ideally; you just blast pieces of it a lot and forget other
parts ever existed. Shit, I bet there’s songs on this album I listened to once
and forgot to listen to again. But also I don’t do those types of lists, which
is lucky, because it means I can keep listening to this even when it’s not new
or important to mention to people to show how hip my opinion about buying shit
that nobody actually buys is.
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