They want to call it Electric Circus Part 2. The problem is Hip Hop, rap music has been placed in a box smaller than university efficiencies.
“Aquarius.” “Come Close.” “Heaven Somewhere.” “The Hustle.”
The above are not random barely attributed words or grammatically incorrect sentences. These incomplete thoughts can stand alone. They are song titles from Electric Circus. If you have never heard or witnessed the live version of “Aquarius,” find the audio quick.
Universal Mind Control is not your usual Common, but says who Lonnie, Rashid, or Lynn? Common is not the artist who does not consider the artistry before stepping to the mic.
For those writing and claiming that they know Common beyond adjectives, make reference to the following songs: “Heidi Hoe,” “Tricks Up My Sleeve,” or “The Bleep In Yoo.” Better yet listen to his entire catalogue.
Common has found the perfect balance in finding forever. Is there such a thing?
Universal Mind Control starts without remorse with an infectious club banger, “Universal Mind Control.”
“Gladiator” is nasty. It has the perfect base for any Hip Hop lose yourself in the beat, relate to the lyric track. On “Announcement,” there is something actually being said.
“Alex Haley of this s–t, my roots is deep.” After 16 years in the game, Common has been awarded by his turn to flip the script.
It’s called “Changes.”
There is nothing you can do; his mission is controlling minds universally. Is that not what Hip Hop does?
Common can count on me to purchase his next joint. Besides I’m ready to dance to something that does not make me second guess who I am or my age.
Written By Kaia Karamoko
