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“They Reminisce Over You” by Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth

Off the classic “Mecca and the Soul Brother” album, T.R.O.Y. is one of the best hip hop songs ever made. It’s probably one of the best songs ever made. Since much has been written about it, and you only need to listen to the song to know what’s up, I’m not going to go into detail about it. Despite the brags and the boasting, maybe even because of it, hip hop used to, in its own way, be one of the most honest forms of musical expression the world has ever heard,and T.R.O.Y. is honest, raw and true. Go listen to it and you’ll know exactly what I mean.

People are always saying that “T.R.O.Y.” isn’t about a girl, it’s about hip hop. I’ve listened to this song countless times and I’ve never heard it. Common’s “I Used to Love H.E.R.” is obviously about hip hop, as are a scores of other odes to hip hop masquerading as love songs. Sometimes I wish rappers would man up and ...READ MORE

At MSGED we’re all about grappling UFC-style with tough questions (we’re way more MMA than MLA) and engaging in meaningful discourse about the big issues of our times: Dennis Rodman’s contribution the genre of meta-movies, jellied ducks blood, waterboarding babies, etc. Some might go so far as to say that we spank these big issues like they were the creepy southern mercenary, we were Steven Seagal, and this was the kitchen of death scene in Under Seige 2 — the greatest film of our times.

In today’s edition of Song o the Day, we pose, and answer that age old question: if this southern rap song was a French cathedral what would it be?

The song in question is “Kentucky Mud” by the Nappy Roots, off their first major label album “Watermelon, Chicken and Gritz”.

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After work I took an 80 minute bike ride through the Beijing traffic which, although it probably did my health more harm than good, gave me a chance to enjoy a lovely chemical sunset and listen to an NPR Intelligence Squared debate over whether Google violates their oath to do evil or not. The podcast was mostly drowned out by the roar of several million citizens returning home, and the sound of my prostate dying. When that was done, and I was lost somewhere around the mid Third Ring, I switched to a debate over whether or not diplomacy with Iran was working. Liz Cheney was arguing against. Like all Cheney’s, it’s impossible to imagine a laugh of joy floating free from her steely fangs. A cackle as her enemy croaked his final words at her feet sure, but I imagine when a Cheney tries to sing Happy Birthday a wind slams the door shut and blows the candle out.

On a lighter note, the songs of the day both riff on the Eurythmics classic ‘Sweet Dreams’. A classic dance jam if there ever was one. Much has already been made of the merits of that song so we’ll ...READ MORE

In a move applauded by Dipset fans on both sides of the aisle, Obama has named Jim Jones as his National Security Advisor.

Jones has extensive security experience, most recently he has been involved with security at the B.B. King club in new york.

“You made it worse, you dick head,” the famously direct Jones shouted at a security guard. Unlike his friend John McCain, Jones is technologically aware: “I got you on my radar. Let me get a picture of this fat bastard,” announced Jones as he pulled out his cameraphone, “let me make you safe. Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me, you pussy!”

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