El-P
Cancer For The Cure

In the morning, I get up and I'm pissed off. I leave the house and I'm pissed off. I talk to others and I'm pissed off. I eat and I'm pissed off. I read and I'm pissed off. I sit on the toilet and I'm pissed off. I go to bed and I'm pissed off. I'M PISSED OFF.

Are you pissed off too? Maybe because your boss is a jerk? Maybe because everyone finds you repulsive? Maybe because you lost your job? Maybe because the woman of your life left you for a muscular layabout with the IQ of a drunk baboon? Maybe because you are that muscular layabout with the IQ of a drunk baboon? Maybe because you are a drunk baboon and you're tired of people thinking you're stupid?

Then listen to El-p.

Five years after his last "I'll sleep when you're dead," our redhead returns much more pissed off than ever with this "Cancer for the cure." Metrics bordering on the absurd (internal and external rhymes), sophisticated metaphors, and excessive use of alliterations. Any aspiring rapper, before starting, should ask themselves, "is it really the case that I start rapping? I mean, will I be as good as he is?" The answer, of course, is "no, you'll suck, so stop being an idiot and just kill yourself." 

The polish he has executed this time is at an unprecedented level: from the finest pop to the most manic indie rock, not forgetting some break-beat episodes; it's not a turning point, but a further confirmation of our guy's skills. He's really pissed off and calls on equally pissed off people (Killer Mike and Mr. Mutherfuckin Exquire deliver excellent performances). They're all pissed off and all incredibly talented. The world spins, but not in the right way: they know this and they get pissed off. 

You, yes you, the loser who only knows how to listen to chart-topping rap, the kind with Cadillacs, champagne, and hookers like your mother, stop being an idiot and listen to this Cancer for the cure. Oh, you must listen to it, or I'll get even more pissed off !!!!!