cee-lo doesn't fuck with the kilo
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Clipse and the Re-Up Gang, in a repetative association with Clinton Sparks, proudly present:
the Drug Dealer as the epic hero of modern life.
We Got It 4 Cheap, the Clipse's recent mixtape series, bluntly aims to assert complete lyrical domination over the entire commercial industry. They will get on your beat, they will out rap you, and leave your heart stopped like thatmotivational speaker yelling "Whoa! Is that Bill Shakespeare I see over there!?"
Kanye "Crack Music" West and Ice "Push Rhymes Like Weight" Cube have already made the analogy, but music enriches lives, while crack destroys them. The Clipse don't rap like dealers- they're good at both, but they're seperate sports. In a ghetto far, far away, Baudelaire said the figure of the prostitute best represented his time and his city. The Clipse choose a different protagonist, and make a ruthlessly compelling case for the righteous grandeur of the villian, reminding me a bit of the irrespressible charm of Humbert Humbert.
What does this all add up to? How can we evalutate their case? Pitchfork/ Hardly Sean +Riff Central have already talked their shit. Read about it, while I think on it.
Wax on wax off, poetic: