Hawt Stop what you're doin

it's the unimpressed alchemist
i, pity who doubtin this.
in your city with a double-breasted falcon crest chest plate, male tunic
in this society of spectacle, it's the shoe bomber who's waltzing through...

it's a kind of hopelessness, a loneliness,
a colour I only ever heard played by a man named thelonious.
i spent experience points on knowledge, cunning and stealth,
spit a diaphanous gossamer and then he signed it in calligraphy,
"sincerely, just a...nother blasphemous philosopher"

( verse at 7:23)
 
Ok.
Take 1962 as a substitute.
Miles Davis at the top of his career.
JFK still has the back of his head.
On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, Jack is felated by Marilyn Monroe.
Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays he sodomized Angie Dickinson.
Sunday the priest.
Definitely hip.

1962? extremely hip.
 
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You said the n-word 1500 times per song in the 18th century? Now thats one progressive minstrel by anyones standards.

It was a B word back then not an N word. Blackamore wasn't the insult it eventually became. My first hit harpsichord song, Ma Blackamores in Da Hood (Robin Hood that is) was shortlisted for a MOBO in 1763.