UnpleasantlySexy

Fifty cups of Nyquil and you know it's on!
I rock tha blog till tha break-a break-a dawn!

This post is not entirely voluntary, I must admit. I'm sorta sick...and I didn't sleep much last night...and it's getting pretty late tonight... However, I have just rediscovered a newfound nostalgic love for modern hip-hop!

Wait...what? Yes! It's true!

I've been unable to sleep for two days because I have unearthed a large quantity of both underground and not-so-underground rap that I REALLY like. That, and I'm sick.

That's not to say that I didn't have a love for hip-hop before, but it's seemed to me that over the last several years rap music had seriously lost its political-statement-meets-poetry-slam intensity that made it so revolutionary in the first place. And I was right. Most rap lately has been nothing more than posturing and preening to a beat, spitting slurred thug lingo (money, bitches, and cars) through gold-plated front teeth. Until now.

Please enjoy the following two videos, and perhaps you too will experience a similar holy-crap-when-did-this-get-good? revelation like I did. The language is NOT edited, so get your parents' permission first.

Brother Ali - Uncle Sam Goddamn


Saul Williams - List of Demands


The other artists I'm listening to right now, if anyone cares, are Zeph & Azeem, Blu & Exile, Lupe Fiasco, Talib Kweli, Saul Williams, and El-P. See? Told you I wasn't sleeping.

Umm...throw ya fingaz in the air!