Wired's magnificent Danger Room brings us this tale of an up-and-coming MC B
blowing up microphones. Alabama-born Omar Hammami, undoubtedly the whitest person the name Omar has ever been attached to, is a Al Qaeda spokesperson in civil war-ravaged Somalia. Of course it makes sense he releases two tracks of heavy-reverb rapping with astounding lack of rhythm- if you're not questioning fanatical suicide, grab yourself a listen to DJ Al-Whitey-bin-Clueless hamfistedly begging to get whacked by a cruise missile(.mp3). It doesn't stop.
Omar's on a mission. In Make Jihad With Me (.mp3) Hammammammabi urges inner-city kids to try their luck with a vacay in his ever-sunny foodless failed state of Somalia, doing the good work of blowing shit up. Though with the Tical-shattering call of "dolla dolla bill y'all" mid-verse, it sounds like you have to pay for your own C4 vest. This calls for an emoticon: :(
You missed out, Omar. Think, back in your Alabaman hometown, there's a gap-toothed kid meth'd out in a Dollar Tree wondering if he can eat a Brillo pad if he were hungry enough, jocking your beats in his Zune, fired up, then finds out he has to break out his own cash. You've broken the catch before the hook, man, no deal. Maybe you need to hook up with Alabama's finest Bloodisone mixtape stalwart Yelawolf for advice before dropping your LP.
Enjoy the virgins, Omar. Oh,
And let us know if you want to clear your name in an interview.
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