Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Catching that feeling

Isn't it crazy when you pick up an old or favorite album and hear it again and every song totally kills? The megamix of generic Latin music was playing today at work, when all of a sudden, Fu-Gee-La comes on. My head all but exploded. That shit totally made my night. Can't even remember the last time I thought about the Fugees, much less played them. Gotta dig out that album and put it in the mix.

And then coming home, I got reacquainted with the second half of Ready To Die, which I've been letting take a break for a couple of months.

"Then I figured out licks went for twenty down south
Packed up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower moves
For chumps tryin to stop my flow
And what they dont know will show on the autopsy"

Writing the lyrics is almost useless, because they're merely great on paper. You need that bananas flow and gorrilla voice to really make you go ape. If you'd wandered into a grocery store in Harlem tonight and saw a dude in a "Paid In Full" t-shirt shopping and rocking out like he was on speed, that was me.


The actor that plays Marlo got profiled in this month's Complex and half the badasses show up in an FHM fashion spread as well. Spread the word, get ready for it, the greatest show to ever grace a television screen is on it's way back; The Wire, fools, act like you know.