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God Bless Tiny Tim Cratchit, who first kept the dream of happiness and the hope of a livable income alive through Dickens. And God Bless Shawn Jackson, who keeps the dream of good taste and the hope of listenable Hip-Hop alive in me.
If you listen to nothing else today or only one song, give this one at least 15-30 seconds.
It's quite obvious that this is the LC show today as we presume the boys are off beating their collective meats in one hell of a competitive circle jerk pause.
Shawn Jackson is the best of both worlds -- he's laid back like the flow of his West Coast home, and raps with the flare of his East Coast roots; he's unendingly cordial and friendly, and gully to the tune of a menacing gaze and air of someone who'd fuck you up; he bends beats to the will of his rhymes, and has the golden ear of classically trained musician.
I'll admit it, I slept on Shawn Jackson's music.