ti ft. xtaci - let's get away (remix) -- regular girl rappers (one is named sunshine and i don't know what the other one is called, they're official p$c members and that's a picture of them right there) on a remix of a song about girls pattern and their voices on the chorus mixed loud and weird so they sound whispery and breathless but overwhelming. in the first verse she meets him and gets drunk and falls in love with him and fucks him. in the second verse she's in love and her girls are tripping because she wants to spend the rest of her life with him. in the third verse ti doesn't notice that she's in love and wants to spend the rest of her life with him and remembers meeting her and getting drunk and fucking her and nothing else. there's no resolution. "ladies and gentleman, this is a jazze phinzell/ti collaborangell. king of the south! oh boy!"

terror squad - let them things go -- we like the way terror squad has become another rallying point for the oh-let's-give-up-hope-entirely-how-long-has-it-been-since-a-rap-album-actually-you-know-SPOKE-to-me-fuck-this-grim-soulless-shit arguers. because we don't give a fuck. we love scary extreme new york city beat with sirens and everyone with an oldschool flow to match weird drum patterns. we love remy! she's mean and deliberate and flawless. and joe is working in front of us, frantically rummaging in a big bag for potential endlines, every now and then sliding one out very carefully and showing it to the audience, then laying it aside. and we love good, anonymous rappers that we'll never care about.