"LIVIN DE LIFE," A. SAMUELS | Is it unfair to include a non-pro musician on the list? Maybe, but not as unfair as making me listen to the apotheosis of the funky grandpa-rap genre from casino executive and Newark's most embarrassing prom chaperon, Samuels. He would have single-handedly spoiled the year in hip-hop with this medicated hemorrhoid cushion of a "joint" if it weren't for every other cat in the game racing him to the bottom. The brilliant video combines the notion of borrowed jets and rented Jersey-video babes with having access to the highest quality doctors on call. Which is what apparently passes for swag in the over-55 set. Imagine your dad just woke up from a coma after 30 years, and the first thing you did was rush him on stage at the Apollo Theater open-mic spoken-word night — it still wouldn't be this cringe-worthy. At least Samuels is harkening back to the posi-hip-hop I remember from back in the day, saying, "It ain't about Black, yo, it ain't about White/ It ain't about folks creeping into the night./ It ain't about the Asians, it ain't about the Jews,/ it ain't about the Christians, Muslims, yo, fools."
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