How fucking cool is Dave Chappelle? Using his considerable pull and paper, the most important comic in America threw an old-school-styled block party in Brooklyn that, for me, stands out as one of the most important hiphop--fuck that, musical--events in a long time. September 18, 2004, will not only go down as the day that Kanye West, Dead Prez, Freeway, Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, the Roots & Cody Chesnutt, Mos Def, Talib Kweli & Common, Kool G Rap, and Big Daddy Kane rocked together, but as the moment that the fucking Fugees reunited and peeled back the caps of everyone there. Countless hiphop luminaries were in attendance and popped up for the jam session/cipher at the end. Yeah, and you missed it, sucka; but luckily, much like its spiritual predecessor, the legendary WattStax (the Richard Pryor-hosted soul concert/document of the Black experience circa '72), the show was documented on film. This landmark concert was lensed by none other than Michel Gondry (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind); expect to see a full-length movie hit screens sometime. I hope it's not too long before that comes out, because I honestly am kinda mad I didn't have the foresight to save up for a cross-country trip to see that shit live. Sigh.

Well, at least I got to see Immortal Technique rock for a sweaty all-ages crowd that same night at Neumo's. The Harlem firebrand ran through cuts off Revolutionary Vol. 2, with kids mouthing along to every word. If you're not up on Technique, go cop RV.2 immediately--his mix of brutally honest political content, along with just-plain-brutal battle raps make for a potent (Molotov) cocktail. No rap demagogue, Tech challenged his Seattle audience to disagree with his worldview, and to find out answers for themselves--which was dope, because he's already being deified by some.

Beef Watch: I have to comment further on a most intriguing "beef": that between Mase and Cam'ron. After Mase left rap (and NYC) to become a pastor back in '99, Harlem was thrown on Cam's back to represent--and a fine job he did, brushing off the ashes of bad industry dealings to become the lifestyle icon of cultured ignorance he is today. It was inevitable they'd clash, but I wasn't anticipating any lyrical highlights from these two; however, the bad blood has inspired "Father Forgive Us," one of Cam'ron's most lyrical joints in some time. While usually more cocaine-focused than Capitol Hill, Cam (mostly) ditches the yay-speak to address his former friend, accusing him of "abandoning Harlem" and fleecing his ATL parishioners, taking everything from the "silver down to porcelain." Pastor Betha himself has stayed away from the mudslinging, instead speaking to the situation on a remix of Kanye West's "Jesus Walks." Now, M-A-dollar-sign-E's new music isn't very spiritual; it's as money obsessed as ever, and keeping in the blinged-out traditions of the Church. Cam and crew's music is the apex of nihilistic coke-and-degradation rap. The Hustler vs. the Preacher--ain't this just the classic dilemma, folks?

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