Just a thought.


Hands steady so the lines in the mental illustration is straight
December 10, 2006, 9:17 am
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In astrophysics, dark matter is matter that does not emit or reflect enough electromagnetic radiation to be detected directly, but whose presence may be inferred from its gravitational effects on visible matter. Among the observed phenomena consistent with the existence of dark matter are the rotational speeds of galaxies and orbital velocities of galaxies in clusters, gravitational lensing of background objects by galaxy clusters such as the Bullet cluster, and the temperature distribution of hot gas in galaxies and clusters of galaxies. Dark matter also plays a central role in structure formation and Big Bang nucleosynthesis, and has measurable effects on the anisotropy of the cosmic microwave background. All these lines of evidence suggest that galaxies, clusters of galaxies, and the universe as a whole contain far more matter than is directly observable, indicating that the remainder is dark. – From Wikipedia, the free Encyclopedia.

Apologies for taking the easy way out in terms of research. I would also like to add that a current U.C Berkeley Physics professor, George Smoot, was recently awarded a Nobel Prize for enumerating the evidence of dark energy, and thus data supporting the theory of the Big Bang through the gathering of cosmic microwave background noise.

No wonder it took me so long to notice how immense of a deal the album Black Star by Talib Kweli and Mos Def was. I had to wait on the data of cosmic background from Professor Smoot, cuz y’all know I can’t accept just any album to be adopted into the anthem I call my life. OOOHHH y’all already know what it is! Aye!!!


This album represents not only one of the most prominent collaborations in rap history, but it also symbolizes the state of our conscious generation dealing with Hip-hop. It deals with rappers that aren’t aware of the pioneers that paved the very ground they rap on, spit on, break on, jive on, battle on, hustle on, and now sleep on while they allow their own surroundings to daze them with quick cash and quick ass attained by spittin’ an already extinguished fire over a beat robbed from a grave. Mos Def and Talib complement the Hi-Tek ghetto metronome with an unrelenting reflection of the world through the eyes of a “hue-man” and sculpted by a tongue that wrassles with a language that consciously chose to leave behind a certain dark-skinned actor in the play of history, “stressin over time [as] you follow the Roman calendar.”

I’m just saying. Nas said, “this rap shit’s real. Bitch.”

Look forward to my reviews for this fresh beef I call MYCSO, Music You Can’t Sleep On.

(NIAPFONot In Any Particular Fuckin’ Order)