Lawless Element - Soundvision: In Stereo

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For my 40oz., hip-hop was at its best in the early nineties. I was in my twenties at the time, and was teetering between being a crusty vert-dog and a parking-lot skaterat. For my crew, hip-hop in the nineties was all about Hieroglyphics, De La Sol, and Gangstarr. We'd sit in someone's Honda in a subway parking lot listening to 93 'Till Infinity, drinking malt liquor, and smoking dirt weed. It was the best feeling on earth, and for Billy Binaca, that time in my life was all about real freedom. If I wanted to show up to work drunk, I'd show up to work drunk, and if my supervisor at Radio Shack said something about it, I'd hiss at the pasty bastard.

Shit, I'm being hostile, huh. I need to wrap this up and get back to the garage--I've got half a gravity bong load and the finest two-and-a-half foot quarter pipe in the whole subdivision. My point here is while I was listening to Soundvision: In Stereo earlier this afternoon--in the garage naturally--I had to open up the garage door and haul out the parking block I keep on hand for nostalgia emergencies. I swiped it from behind the local Loaf 'n' Jug a couple of years ago when I was borrowing my cousin's truck for the week. He'll be plenty angry if he finds out I was all torn out of my gourd on Robitussin DM, driving his red Mazda around in the snow filling it with whatever I could carry. But hey that's what blizzards are for.

The whole reason I had to drag the parking block into the driveway and skate the yellow bastard all afternoon was because Lawless Element fucking bring the jams like I haven't heard since back in the back in the day. It's not so much that they make dated music. It's just got the lighthearted soul of the shit I used to love. That lilt (thesaurus) that had you believing in the power of expensive pot.

All the hip-hop I hear on the radio these days is about penises shooting hot lead onto diamond encrusted breasts. It gives me a fucking headache. I don't care who's up in the club. Where I live there are no clubs. All we've got are sports bars with peanut shells on the floor. Who wants to roll all up in that?

Here's the real scoop. Soundvision is the straight up shit. There are raps on here about what a bunch of steaming poo our government is trying to force feed us, there're songs about keeping it real at all costs, plus there's one line where this dude says, "now sit yo' ass down for good like Christopher Reeves [SIC]." That's nuts. You're talking about Superman there. My favorite song, however, is the track "Crew." My brother Kenny used to toss baggage at the airport, and he said that all of the baggage guys started calling themselves, Crew. I forget why they picked the name Crew but when their supervisor would ask them if all of them were present for meetings, or whatever, they'd answer "Crew large."

Crew Love, Y'all.