To him, questions are like matchsticks, and if you're smart, you let the flames spread to whatever forests his mind wants to burn.Īt the moment, it chooses the corner of Madison and Albany, the "hoody-hood" as he likes to call it, where his journey from a young, skinny, bespectacled street kid to an eclectic, innovative hip-hop artist began. The question, whatever it was, has flashed and faded like summer lightning, but as Lupe Fiasco guides his supercharged Range Rover into the glass-shard sweep of the West Side, toward the two-flat he once called home, it hardly matters.
and Noam Chomsky-the onslaught leaves you mind-dazzled and exhausted, cowering under the verbal beatdown. Philosophy, religion, racism, and chaos theory thugs, drugs Rupert Murdoch and Nas, N.W.A. They arrive in a starburst and explode in lingual glitter-confetti, gunbursts of ideas and abstractions, assertions and analogies, thrusts, theorems, notions, and double-entendres: words, words, words in torrents so strong they almost assault.
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