Huzzah! (Remix)


People are going to tell you that the star-studded remix for Mr. Muthafuckin’ Exquire’s “Huzzah!” is kind of a toss up.  Some will argue that Heems turns in a terrific (and weirdly humble) performance, and others will point to Kool A.D.’s hyper-referential verse as the clear winner (“But let’s get into a battle and see who sons who/I’m reading Sun-Tzu”).  Though I’m warming up to Danny Brown, I don’t think there’s much of a case to be made for him here: his verse is strangely awkward, breathless and disjointed, lacking in even his reliably crude punchlines.  And some purists will tell you that Mr. Muthafuckin’ Exquire himself is the star.  Fine, it is his track.  But for my money, El-P’s phenomenally tight verse clearly stands head and shoulders above everyone else.  The breathtaking flow, the numerical conceit, the devastating final lines.  Presented without commentary:

Straight shots of the Sterno Plus
Wick stuck in the bottle empty.
Three blocks to the target we light it and lob it hard at sentry.
Four pigs of the oinking variety guard the market entry.
Five minutes of flames and then aim the whistle my father lent me.
Six o’clock we meet up and divi the shells among the youngins,
Seven continents in the shit and smoke like it’s fuckin’ London
Just before they ate up the funds, our harmony love was bumpin’
Now government issue 9′s are pointed where your blood is pumped in.
Tend to mop up these muttering zombies talker pieces.
El’ll vent on you harder than Fukashima breezes.
In the end when a dozen or so adjourn to reason
You’ll find the verdict return, corrupted in murderous seasons,
With inverted 31′s and other unlucky omens.
That’s why I chug 7 and 7′s till I’m fuckin’ homeless,
And every time you think my 15 minutes of fame are up,
I spit another 16 and prove to the world I fuckin’ own it.

Lyrics’ source.

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