So much has been said about Black Thought's lyrical prowess that it would take Black Thought's impeccable vernacular to concoct something original. Yesterday, the legendary Roots rapper came through to deliver the second volume of his Streams Of Thought series, this time tapping Salaam Remi to handle production responsibilities. And handle he does, providing Thought with an old-school backdrop tailor-suited for nocturnal patrol. Enter "Streets," the penultimate cut of Black Thought's latest, and perhaps the closest to "grimy" status the otherwise refined gentleman is capable of reaching.
On that note, Thought gives himself to the "musk," weaving together impressive stanzas in the process. "The obscene, Salam theme, the ridiculous rhyme scheme, the stick to the grind gene, the hell with the hygiene," he spits, over Remi's film noir brass. "It's a dirty bomb, word to seven thirty time, disaster level nine eleven meets the eleven nine." Lyrically, the man continues to impress, and core fans will likely dissect Black's thoughts for hours after the fact.
I will hurt Hercules, I will murk most MCs
I'm the last one to show up, the first one to leave the crime scene
The obscene, Salam theme, the ridiculous rhyme scheme
The stick to the grind gene, the hell with the hygiene
It's a dirty bomb, word to seven thirty time
Disaster level nine eleven meets the eleven nine
Catastrophe beyond incredible, I redefine the seventh sign
Faster, scarier, mass hysteria from Damascus, Syria
To middle America, school cafeterias and cul-de-sacs
I told you that the boss is back, know what I'm sayin'?