Great golden-age conscious rap, in which The Nation of Gods and Earths is revealed to be glorious fun, as reflected via endlessly creative beats, wacky digressions, and loose, dizzyingly speedy and playful wordplay. It's pretty great listening, even for a pigment-deprived devil like myself. (I bought this on cassette in 1991 and have loved it ferociously ever since. I hope that doesn't somehow reflect badly on their efficacy as prophets.)
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