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I been banging that new Mos pretty hard over the weekend. There's nothing like sunshine, free time, the First Lady, good food and better music. Then it occurred to me that Mos and Kweli will probably never make another Blackstar album, and I might never like music again the way I did in 1998:
That made me a little sad. This made me a little happier:
And without any further ado, Your Monday Random Ass Roundup has been posted over at PostBourgie. Check it out.
In this week's edition of the roundup, we cover Dick Cheney's headlong rush into supervillain status; the start of Sonia Sotomayor's confirmation hearing; lots more about the Quitta from Wasilla; the good, bad and very grotesque of Texas; interracial porn; and the rise and fall and (rise) of Stephen A. Smith.
Enjoy.
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I banged "Umi Says" so hard the cats that lived in the dorm room next to me felt some type of way about it. I still love how it makes me feel.
Dude ... tell me about it. Brings a smile to my face everytime I hear it.
Just timeless. I even liked it in that Nike commercial from a few years ago.
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