You could call Bambu an anarchist, but truthfully, he’s simply putting his nouns and verbs down for a cause he feels is worth fighting for. And I’m not talking fisticuffs in a sleazy bar fight. How appetizing does marching to the state capital with a case of Molotov cocktail and a round of bullets to wash the aftermath down sound to you? This is Hip-Hop music. With all the lyrical militancy you can stand coupled with a menacing soundtrack laced by Josh The Goon, we were wise to honor this joint at the tail end of Twenty Eleven, if only because Bam is taking it the front lines in Twenty Twelve.