My blog needed this song.
I usually don’t like these “Top 100 hip-hop songs of all-time” types of BS lists, but this song definitely belongs into one of those lists.
Fun fact: did you know that initially, Jill Scott was supposed to be on the hook, but the label rather chose the version featuring Erykah Badu because Jill was not a big name at the time?
Also, Jill Scott wrote the song, and there’s a fantastic live version of her doing it with the Roots here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55NUqrrBccw.
This is one of the few songs where I can’t choose between different versions of the same song, they’re both amazing.
Why do Americans insist on naming their sons after their fathers? You have so much of everything else, how can you be running out of first names?
I’m starting to remember snippets of my neighbours’ stupid-as-fuck conversation last night. They were talking about fishing, but not in a “the one I caught was THIS big!” way. They were saying things like:
"Do you think fish know where they’re going when they’re caught? Like, do they think they’re going to heaven or something?
"Broooooooo, no waaaaaay. Fish angels. Like with harps and shit."