“Look, Satan, I cast you out of Hip-Hop, in the name of Yahshua, Be healed, be restored to the days you were pure…”
Halsted’s Dark Room managed to slip under most radars, which is kind of disappointing but to be expected to a certain extent. Rapping with a sense of accountability to others outside of your immediate circle doesn’t always gain the same traction as rapping about b*tches and blunts. Somehow we drifted onto a similar topic in the comments section of the Talib mix. While most artists spend time succumbing to D’Evils, cats like Kweli and Mikkey manage to find a balance between metaphor and reality, realizing that once you get the mic part of the duty should include imparting notes and nuggets listeners can tuck away in their pockets and use later.