The birth of conscious rap to mainstream America...
And, as my Czech B-Girls said last night, "To je stare, ale to je klasik."
Yes, it is old, but it is a classic.
For those souls who haven't listened to this record:
Expect strong lyrics, a call for consciousness in African American society and melodic loops and hooks. Ignore your perception of Wyclef, which is undoubtedly a myopia of "Gone till November". Instead, appreciate his foreign Haitian struggles which are ironically cozy in contemporary America. Let Lauryn Hill fascinate you with her poised quips and didactic wisdom, and let Pras' street smarts lend a hand to your naivety.
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