a tribe called quest
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A Ridiculous Story About Getting Petty Larcenied by a Crackhead 20 Years Ago to the Day on September 29, 1998
On September 29, 1998, I was a sophomore at Morehouse College. I didn’t live on-campus. I was living in the westside of Atlanta house on Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd SW that my grandmother lived in for much of my youth. At some point, my cousin bought her a house in Adamsville—two miles west on…
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Ain’t No Way a Diss Record That Important Doesn’t See the Light of Day in 2018—Unless It Doesn’t Exist
Allegedly, Drake has a diss record in the can that would ruin Kanye West’s career. At least according to J. Prince. I find that a little bit hard to believe, considering I don’t know what Drake could say about Kanye that would do more damage than he seems to be doing himself. He’s got white…
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The Fugees’ ‘Killing Me Softly’ Is Overrated and the Least Awesome Song on The Score. Fight Me, Bro
I was recently hipped to Ahmir “Questlove” Thompson’s (the Roots) Questlove Supreme podcast on Pandora. I can’t believe I’ve never listened to it before, but now that I’ve found love, what am I going to do with it? I’m going to binge the fuck out of this podcast and treat every day like Christmas. The…
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Should Black Artists Care About the Grammys?
“Who gives a fuck about a goddamn Grammy?” These venerable words came from the mouth of Public Enemy’s Chuck D on 1988’s “Terminator X to the Edge of Panic.” It is a sentiment that’s been shared by so many other artists, critics and fans over the years. When it comes to the Recording Academy, black…
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Revisiting Dr. Dre’s The Chronic 25 Years Later
There are a few albums in my life that have held pivotal roles: De La Soul’s De La Soul Is Dead, A Tribe Called Quest’s Midnight Marauders, N.W.A.’s EFIL4ZAGGIN and Outkast’s Aquemini, to name a few. Another of those pivotal albums, Dr. Dre’s The Chronic, was released on Dec. 15, 1992, exactly 25 years ago…
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I'm Buggin' Out: RIP To The Five Foot Assassin, Phife Dawg, My Favorite Underdog
“Yo, microphone check, 1, 2, what is this…” As the story goes, I was in my 9th grade English class, taught by Mrs. Sproul, and asleep. Which never happened: I’ve always been an astute student, sitting at the front of the class and being the first to raise my hand to answer questions posed to…