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02/08/2020 · 2:08 pm

Rap To Which I Do Listen

There’s an itch that rap music scratches that no other kind of music does. For this reason, I have a longstanding love-hate relationship with the genre. But the fact remains; I always come back to it. Once I realized I was listening to it alone, when there was no one around to impress, I figured I enjoyed the form enough to jabber about it sincerely.

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Filed under Bad Influences, Don't Know Don't Care, Faint Signals, Idiot's Delight, Nostalgic Obsessions, Thousand Listen Club, Unfairly Maligned

Tagged as 1980s, 1990s, 2020, A Tribe Called Quest, Atlanta, Chubb Rock, Cold 187um, Cut Chemist, Cypress Hill, Delicious Vinyl, Dr. Dre, Eazy-E, Eric B. & Rakim, Geto Boys, Gravediggaz, hip hop, James Brown, Kokane, Kristen Wilson, KRS-One, Ludacris, Main Source, Masta Ace, MC Ren, Mr. Lif, music, Outkast, Public Enemy, rap, Scarface, Snoop Doggy Dogg, The Pharcyde, Three 6 Mafia, underground

04/30/2017 · 11:57 pm

Ice Cube

Okay I gotta walk this one back a bit. Not for the reasons you think, like I’m afraid Ice Cube is going to beat me up/cut a “diss” track about me. Or the racial epithet, which, by the way, I’m not the one uttering.

No; it’s because an Ice Cube movie brightened up one of the darkest points of my life.
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Tagged as 1980s, 1990s, 2009, 2013, Boyz N The Hood, despair, Dog the Bounty Hunter, Eazy-E, Ice Cube, Ice-T, jail, laughter, Mike Epps, movies, New Jack City, rap, Seinfeld

04/20/2017 · 7:30 pm

I Never Liked You: 2 Live Crew

Can I let you in on a little secret?

Nobody actually likes 2 Live Crew. They stank. They were the kind of fraud that today, would be secretly sponsored by George “Fuck Everything Good” Soros. 2 Live Crew was just garbage.

I don’t know what a “puxxy” is, but I bet if you popped one, it would make a bad smell.

It was humiliating to stock, sell or even see 2 Live Crew albums in the record store. As soon as a customer brought one to the counter, you knew there would be a problem. The customer was always under 18, and thus forbidden to purchase the music; no one older than 18 cared about it. If they enjoyed rap, they had already moved on to something actually good.

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