The last hip-hop 'movement' I was really into ended in 1994, before I was even twenty years old. With a few exceptions, the last hip-hop album I remember anxiously awaiting its appearance, on retail shelves, was Tribe Called Quest's classic (in any genre) Midnight Marauders; a record I still frequently play today. AD contributor J. Neas and . . .
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