Big Doe Rehab

After listening to the Big Doe Rehab a dozen times now, I have to conclude that Ghostface takes rap too seriously.  I adore good ‘ol “Face” (interesting how, the rapper who started without a face is now known as Face: absence implies presence, doesn’t it ghost!?) and I’ve loved Face for a good long time, but he’s gotten so good I’m starting not to.   

Most of the other rappers of his generation have long since cashed it in.  Smart.  They got kids now, and relatively practical automobiles, and try to get on reality shows where they can flaunt their parenting techniques – sure they show up at a recording studio from time to time, on the strength of their bling-like laurels, they do a guest verse where they stereotype themselves at their 23 year old best, shit, maybe they do a whole crap-shit album, but Ghostface keeps changing his flow up, and keeps getting better.   

He’s gotten so good, and why? so some white guy who’s 30 years old can blog about it?  Dumb dumb dumb.  He’s the one who needs a big doe rehab I’ll tell you what.     His flow’s been working to this long line (sometimes upward of a minute long) and he’s like rap’s walt whitman – except definitely definitely not gay: not even the furthest reaches and forgotten corners of his chromosones are tinged with even a single homosexual amino acid – the building blocks of homosexual life.   

But in the end Ghostface looks silly having become perhaps the greatest rapper ever: as silly as a few hundred balding heads bobbing to his percussive voice, and raising their white hairy arms in the air even though they should be getting a good night’s sleep.

(Btw, I really pulled a Royal Tannenbomb when I first listened to this one — didn’t dig it a bit — ah, the manic-depressive critic. . . .)  

Oh, and even though Ghost makes a minstrely fool of himself by rapping large-cap, no uncappable capital -the best line belongs to U-God. Something like “And such and such, Ghost plugged me with a slut/ Don’t hug me, or bug me – I’m ugly when I fuck.”  

So knowing him, next go, ghost’ll probably come back with a line that clinches expression: facier than all the putting the ace in face and the AC inside of that, keeping cool in the summer of money something.