One of the coldest MC's: Lauryn Hill

This entire week on my way to work I’ve been jammin’ to the 1998 classic album, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.

For some strange reason, I can’t keep it outta the deck. The feel, the heart, the flyness, the freshness of this CD trips me out. I really wanna stop my car in the middle of Houston traffic (some of the craziest you’ll ever see in America – ask somebody), put the car in park, bob my head and really listen to what Ms Hill is saying.

When you thoroughly listen to Miseducation, everything slows down a little. Some of the things going on in your life have a little more clarity to them. I had to sit back and think to myself, “I know good music – so why am I so intrigued [by his album]? Am I trippin?” Then I catch myself and start to realize what it is.

I often turn on my stereo and listen to music that has absolutely no method (and all madness). Nonsense, foolishness. I’ve become so hypnotized by it that I almost start to lose my sense of good taste. So “real hip-hop” – Outkast, Lupe Fiasco, The Cool Kids, Nas, etc – where have you gone? I see you every once in a while like a full moon. You peek your head out from around the bushes, but I never see you in full bloom anymore.

When I listen to tracks like Ms. Hill’s “Superstar” and “Final Hour”, I hear something rare. Something pure. Raw but not unadulterated. Music that’s serious and fun all at the same time. I don’t ever get a chance to feel that anymore.

The question I’m asking is, where are the real spitta’s at? There used to be a time where real MC’s were all you heard. People say everything comes back in style, so maybe I’ll get what I am askin’ for?

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