The probability that our son will be raised on a heavy dose of 90s West Coast gangsta rap hovers at about the 100% mark, particularly this jam by Ice Cube, which rhymes over a nice little Isley Brothers sample with pre-Twitter status updates that make you think that "muhfuckin Cube is totally being a pimp today". Like.
Somehow, even back in 1992, this song made you feel nostalgic about something -- God knows what, since most of you reading this were in the budding years of high school like I was, where cognitive/emotive recall was incapacitated by the likes of 40oz-ers, socialized medicine, and girls with all kinds of fucked up eye-makeup.
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| 'Bout the same time he pulled out the jammy. |
Because from the very first opening notes, you know goddam well that there will be four-minutes-and-twenty-seconds of group chorals, shake-em-up-shake-em-up-shake-em dice gestures, and fingers skyward towards the Goodyear Blimp. Its a communal song. It belongs to every single person in one regard or another. It never really fails to inspire, and the moment to enjoy it is infinitely applicable. Its a truly omniscient song.
Plus, he will need documented evidence that a team called the SuperSonics ever existed. @KevinDuranchula #SaveOurSonics [RT] The Lakers beat the Thunder doesn't sound the same.
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[Edit: Here's a deliciously coincidental tid bit that I learned today, 01/27/2012: "The exact date of the "good day" that Ice Cube famously rapped about in his 1992 song "It Was a Good Day" has been positively identified by an extremely intrepid, heroic blogger. Using flawless deductive reasoning, Murk Avenue has concluded that the good day in question was January 20, 1992." This was exactly 20 years to the date I wrote this blog entry. How about that?]
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