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Favorite Things

I’ll actually try to make this quick, as by the time you read this I’ll be lamping with my family for the next few days and quite possibly won’t be doing my thing here for a while. Besides people, it’s the “holidays;” get off the computer and enjoy the sunlight for a quick minute.

In any matter, hip-hop in 2007 may have been known more for its quasi-homosexual, ass-backward beefing, increasingly sensitive, censor-happy, nappy headed hoeing, ottoman-humping, 2Girls1Cup-watching, illegal artillery-purchasing, “Crank Dat” bullshit than anything else this year, but those who delved a little deeper were blessed with amazing new artists, returning favorites and a surprisingly thick amount of events, songs, albums and concerts throughout the year. Hell, I couldn’t even be too pissy-mooded at a good chunk of stuff that dropped, and while I only purchased one album this year (more on that later), my appreciation and love for this culture strengthened. Without further adieu I’d like to present my list of dope shit that I came across this year of the rat.

“Keys Open Doors” by Clipse. Hell Hath No Fury dropped towards the end of last year, and damn if I didn’t continue pumping this shit throughout this one; shit, my iPod is currently at some 57 plays of this song alone. They may have sold chicken scratch, but the fact that they finally convinced the curly-muttonchopped Israelis to release the album after four years was their birthday present to me.

Lessondary Radio. 2006 was the year I also got an album from Brooklynati natives Tanya Morgan called Moonlighting, which instantly became one of my favorite joints. Ironically when I returned playing the .45 (more on that later) for DX I became a co-worker of sorts with TM’s Donwill. Lessondary Radio is essentially the only non-iPod music I not only listen to but enjoy as well. True story is that Don and I were both at the same Michael Jackson vs. Prince party in Brooklyn this summer and basically walked past each other. Speaking of peoples who never caught on to who I was...

Rock The Bells 2007. One of the perks of writing of this site (despite my literally two-year absence... apologies to my overlords on that one) is being able to attend huge concerts for free. Meeting Shake, Lexx, Andres, J and Brillyance for the first time, sitting back while people propped me but not knowing I was standing next to them at the same time (who knew you couldn’t tell who I was from a shot of half my face?), going apeshit to Pharoahe Monch spitting “Simon Says,” watching random people fuck and shredding my vocals reciting “Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothing to fuck wit’!” was definitely the high point of my year.

Jay Electronica, Wale and U-N-I. While everybody (including yours truly) bitched about the surge of Soulja Boy shit cakes plopping all over music, I was introduced to these three regional acts throughout the year. The U-N-I are akin to a West Coast version of the Cool Kids, I still bump “Good Girls” all day long and Jay Electronica makes me take back everything I said about the South being a giant musical cesspool. Almost.

Clinton Sparks mixtapes. I’m not a huge fan of these shits anymore, but a good 75% of all the mixtapes in my iPod are from this guy, as he breathed life back into Pharoahe Monch and Kardinal Offishall. Not to mention, We Got It For Cheap, Vol. 2 is the best mixtape of all time.

I actually bought Pharoahe Monch’s Desire. Like Clipse, this tongue-twisting lyrical beast was held back by label politricks for nearly a decade. When he finally dropped his long-overdue second album, it was well worth the wait.

Prodigy gets his swag back. Say what you want about Punching Bag P (I know I have), but teaming up with The Alchemist for Return Of The Mac was quite possibly the greatest career move he’s ever done. Not only did he regain my faith in his music-making abilities, he actually one-upped his G-Unit weed owner. If Jay-Z’s over-glossy album had Al’s beats from this joint, I’d be calling it the greatest rap album ever.

I have a shitload more of the things that made my 2007 worthwhile, but I have to go grab my twin sister from the airport. So I’ll just finish off by saying shout outs to all DX bloggers, writers, editors, marketers and any and every person involved with this site, including my loyal c-piff pocketers 88andup and BMore. I thought I told you earlier, DX is the motherfucking future. Act accordingly.

Oh, and special shout outs go to that one constant, positive force that kept me motivated throughout the year. Soon.

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