Emcee Ali and interminable beat-man Ant are so longwindedly straight-laced but awfully hard to hate: the articulation, the emotional earnestness, the disquietude, the persevering positivity, the soulful and live-ish crispy clean production. Go ahead n try not be touched by an attempt at teaching his son that peeps will scorn him simply cuz of skin and how to proceed if the police come 'round; try not be taken aback with how collectedly and even comically he discloses details of the heavy repercussions from rapping in Iran/procuring a 4S at the airport.
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