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Remixed For Your Pleasure: A Tribe Called Quest - "Oh My God"

"Oh My God" is a banger from an album that is filled to the brim with them.  A Tribe Called Quest's third album, 1993's Midnight Marauders, frequently comes up whenever hip hop heads are trying to determine which of their projects should be considered their finest, often appearing side-by-side with their sophomore album, The Low End Theory.  For the record, I used to think it was a toss-up,

"Remixed" For Your Pleasure: The Notorious B.I.G. - "Juicy"

"Juicy" is a song that requires no introduction, but I have to write one anyway, or else the terrorists win.  The first single released from his debut album, Ready To Die, "Juicy" was essentially the mainstream's introduction to Brooklyn's own The Notorious B.I.G., a smooth shit-talker whose rhymes reflected the hardships he had faced at his young age, the community he grew up in, and the

Remixed For Your Pleasure: Black Rob - "Whoa!"

Black Rob has always been one of Puff Daddy's saddest acquisitions.  Not because he's a terrible rapper or anything: far from it.  In fact, his Bad Boy Records debut, Life Story, is actually one of the label's finest and most consistent works, at least according to this thing I wrote way back in 2009.  But Puffy signed him simply for the instant street cred having a dude like Black Robert on

Remixed For Your Pleasure: Prefuse 73 - "Hideyaface"

There are plenty of artists you two probably never thought you would see mentioned on this blog, not because of a lack of talent or any type of bias, but simply because I've already got so much shit on my plate.  There's a wide world of hip hop out there, most of which I'll never even scratch the surface of, which is why these random series of articles are beneficial.  Now watch carefully as I

Remixed For Your Pleasure: Boyz II Men - "Vibin'"

I realize this isn't what you two were expecting to see on the blog today, but hear me out.  Back in 1994, R&B then-quartet Boyz II Men were, simply, the shit, providing the soundtrack for wedding receptions, school dances, and long car rides where you realize that the girl sitting in the passenger seat may have, in fact, been the one for you all along.  These guys easily transitioned from a