So yeah, no doubt, I m'assagis. I listen to Q-Tip until the official release very soon his Kamaal The Abstract (14 September!) But I also listen to Mos Def, and that, even if the legend will quickly to build a eulogy for future generations, well I must admit that it's still less than the legendary former boss of ATCQ! And although Black on Both Sides and Black Star have been there (there are ten or more for first and second), the Mos Def bin now, it is mainly black with the little laugh Gondry makes his world. Okay. And one could almost stop there. End of recording career for the guy from Brooklyn and it may be good when you see this book as his accomplice in a decade Talib Kweli. Mos Def, the guy missed two albums and then byebye, intergalactic guide under his arm towards Hollywood and Michel Gondry, would also have replaced Seu Jorge in Wes Craven's The Life Aquatic. Yeah. But I'm half convinced myself by what I write, the class of Mos Def fled away, his special way to put his rhymes, his voice scratchy, almost fake-often wrong! - And it would still think that the boy's musical career is over.
Well no, I become wise, I listen more carefully to my old croutons, but no, the Mos Def for 2009 is not a bit musty, or just for hair aloors sung in English and I find myself even hum now. Um, "no hay nada mas ..." Yeah, I know, two or three rhymes like this and I personally dig the grave, jury! But now even these hackneyed beats, emerged for the occasion by a Jackson family (Otis and his brother ..) in full recycling of its own, and these beats Ben even got me to wear. I recognized the talent of a boy gifted intact, gold in his mouth so his art is delicate, hidden away in a cave known only to the most nasty hip hop emcees, the cave of the griots, the storytellers of stories and poets who rhyme to rhyme! ...... Um, sorry about that, I take just the extent of my keyboard, I listen to old records, and, shit, I shot the springs buried cave, the fabulous art .... Hum.
Returning to Def and his record. I did not like the first five or six plays, the persistent impression of hearing the same ten albums released there are two or three years. Sound acceptable but beats borrow back all already used elsewhere as a latency intrinsic novelty, but does not advertise recycling. Okay, that's just my first impression. I'm just stubborn, I like to bury the artists adored knowingly, they find the biggest flaws in the coffin allows efficient, rapid killing of rap music by columnist requires an exact science of artistic missteps, the unpardonable error of taste. I probably wanted to get there, how would I know? Anyway, I polished my esgourdes, delivered on the plain that led Ecstatic so little and I'm gone, I must admit, as a teen of fifteen years discovering in his mailbox the reissue of Twilight brushed with a pair of wings with real-chave mice. In short, I was happy to hear this good rapper boyfriend as in his early youth, I had a smile on your face and I foamed happy, my fifth pint of beer ...
This is a paper return to normal life, will forgive mistakes, language punished or not, they're underway, we did it to splurge. Go
hop, Madlib beat tired of guys but it's so good, and what Slick Rick featuring impeccable huh?! Huh?!
Auditorium - Mos Def
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