I’ve had that new Hova single, “Blue Magic” that basically came out of nowhere on repeat for the last three hours. It’s not that I like it that much but I’ve been trying to figure out what Big Brother is taking about on the damn song. I know it’s something about cooking crack but not like Yung Joc’s “Coffee Shop,” which is about cooking crack but he says it’s not about drugs, it just kinda sounds like Joc’s talking about selling dope on it. I think since I moved to Atlanta I lost my abilities to comprehend lyrical content. With all the singles that get major airplay nowadays, you don’t really know what the fuck the rappers are saying because they’re not really saying anything worth paying attention to, so as long as the beat is tight and the hook is catchy, I’ll pretty much rock with anything (see Rich Boy for example). And I think I’ve been ok with that.

Now here comes the God MC with his complex rhyme patterns, intricate metaphors and perplexing punchlines. That shit was cool back in the ’90s when the Wu was bombing atomically, with Socrates philosophies but it's 2007 and we just wanna hit the club, buy bitches dranks and super soak dem hoes. If you’ve been corrupted by hip-hop lately, I know what you’re thinking. “Blue Magic? What the hell is that? I can’t get jiggy to this shit.” Yeah, I understand “Blue Magic” references that American Gangster movie and I’m smart enough to use context questions that they taught us about in grade school English classes to figure out it’s probably what Denzel and Clifford call their product in the movie but I’m pretty sure Hova is the only negro that’s seen the movie, so I’m not sure how he expects us to know that for sure.

Anyways, I’m glad this collabo with Pharrell doesn’t sound like “Change Clothes” or that lousy “Anything” track from Kingdom Come. Speaking of Kingdom Come, that album wasn't that hot, so I’m glad something inspired Hov to put his wedding plans to the side and take it back to streets for redemption. I finally deleted all the songs from Kingdom Come off my iPod and laptop, except for “30 Something.” I’m still holding on to that track because I’m getting close to 30. So listening to it makes me feel like when I officially hit 30, I’ll be the new 20.

We’re nine months into ‘07 and with the exception of Weezy F. Baby, there hasn’t been a mainstream artist to really get busy on the mic. Kanyeezy goes hard too but his lines are usually easy to decipher. But Weezy and Yeezy are both out of their league on this one. “Blue Magic” is craved from a different cloth. Jigga’s cadence over Pharrell’s ‘80s influenced production is reminiscent of the Golden age of hip-hop, sprinkled with a touch of ‘90s street glorification that you youngsters probably have no recollection of. In other words, tuck that Superman boy and that “A Bay Bay” kid in, grown folks are spittin’ here.

For the record, I’m digging this Jay-Z track and I’m feeling like Hov just rescued me from bullshit rappers that have been trying to slide by as true MCs and killing my hip-hop head capabilities. Yeah, that means, you, you and you. If this single is any indication of the concept album the Jiggaman is cooking in the kitchen, don’t expect him to get much airplay kicking rhymes about hustling hard, a la USDA’s “White Girls.” But since he’s Jay-Z, he can pretty much rap about anything and the streets and the burbs will buy his shit because he went from rapper to corporate businessman with dumb stupid money. And the fact that he’s fucking Beyonce doesn’t hurt either.

After this one, it’s time to breakout the dookie rope chains. Rock gumbies, tight jeans and Starter jackets. Hip-hop, we’re taking it back to the ‘80s. Wait…we already brought back these ‘80s trends didn’t we? Well, now we can bring back another ‘80s trend. It’s called MCing. Some of you bum ass rappers should try it sometimes.

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