Random Midday Hotness: Ballad of the Black Gold.

Kweli‘s penchant for packing tons of syllables into a single bar used to get away from him, making him sound like he was about to lose his breath a lot of the time. He’s gotten away from that a lot, but when he does it here, it sounds more like urgency than verbosity. [...]

Random Midday Hotness: ‘History.’