“How many mics do we rip on the daily
Say, me say many money say me say many many many”
Either the weirdest or greatest hip-hop song of all time. This one’s a throwback to my blur of a summer: cottage air and freshly cracked Canadian beer. What’s that sound in the beginning? Whales? And does the chorus even make sense? My thought is that this song is best left unexplained and listened to under the influence of some substance. Sit back and listen to the rhymes:
“I get mad frustrated when I rhyme | Thinkin of all them kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons
Season change mad things rearrange | But it all stays the same like the love doctor strange”
“I used to be underrated, now I take iron, makes my shit constipated | I’m more concentrated”
“Mama always told me, ‘you’re one in a million,
Always watch our back, never tango with Haitian-Sicilians’”
“Too many mics not enough mikes, exit your show like I exit the turnpike
Dice and dynamite like dolomite, double do’s been like I don’t Dick van Dyke”
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Excellent analysis of an excellent song, me say many many many. Cottage vibes all day.
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