Rap Classics

MF Grimm surely doesn't know that he's the Hephaestus of rap, a crippled and proud master of his craft who sourly watched an ascendant (mic) Ares steal his prize bride--mainstream success. The fifth line of "Book of Daniel", his hammer blow to MF Doom's glossy-with-the-Dutch-beer-of-the-upper-middle-class war mask?

"MF Grimm is God of War".

Let's forgive him for missing the irony (as we can be sure Doom didn't) because Grimm doesn't do irony, Grimm does spitting harder than white trash at seed spitting contests (thanks Pharoahe, for that one). For sixty straight songs.

You see, "Book of Daniel" is the final track of his TRIPLE ALBUM American Hunger, which was released last year to the interest of no one in particular. Three and a half hours of no skit-hop (should be a new genre) from a wheelchair bound shooting victim with half a voice met with the fanfare usually reserved for the Florida Marlins.

Which is a shame, because the album is a classic. Buy it and put it on your shelf, and don't be surprised if, after he dies, rappers and writers install him at the top of the hip-hop (H)Olympus. Or if he wheels himself up there, tired of waiting.