The other day, while I was daydreaming about gutting Bill O’Reilly and feeding his cyanide laced insides to the Fox News crew, it occurred to me that Bill was a machine sent here from Hell, and that, by design, he had no edible insides.

I was saddened, and gravely needed a song to listen to as a pick me up. This is how I ended up typing in a random word into my Winamp search.

“Uplift”

Mr. Allah, or Rakim as I like to call him, is quite arguably one of the most acceptable answers to the question: “Who’s your favorite MC of all time?” He’s everyone’s favorite scapegoat and my favorite MC.

This song reminded me why. In many ways, I know his music better than I know some of my family members. For this reason, I bark random trivia questions at those who invoke the man’s name with pride, in vain, proving the obvious: 99% of y’all muff huckers are liars and Stans.

Regardless, I always liked this song. Every time I brought it up mf’s acted like they’d forgotten. “Which particular track do you mean? Refresh our memories? Oh, that track. Yeah it was dope.” All this said to the rhythm of my grinding teeth.

After the song finished playing I was still angry, so I went around asking that favorite MC question again so I could find a new victim for my Hannibal Lecter-esque daydream.

Rakim – Uplift