The Notorious XX Mixtape
I don’t usually promote mash-up mixtapes, but this one is worth a few spins. It’s tranquil and intriguing, juxtaposed by the hauntingly violent lyrics of Biggie Smalls.
http://prettymuchamazing.com/mp3/the-notorious-xx-free-mixtape
THE EGO HAS LANDED
Before I begin, allow me to first wipe the egg off my forehead and finish eatin’ this crow sammich. It taste like sh*t and goes terrible with my hangover. The big winner from Thursday’s spectacular debacle (other than Riles, that slippery prick) is none other than Kobe Bean Bryant. Apologies to the Black Mamba Nation (can you feel me wincing?) You got the throne all to yourself #24. Hands down, you are the best baller of this era.
As of 9:27pm eastern time on July 8th, Lebron James officially relinquished any claim to such conversation. Let me clarify: He is not a once-in-a-generation athlete. That party is over. He remains an incredible talent, a back-to-back MVP, a stat monster with tremendous game, but legacies are defined by undefinable grit and the unyielding determination to be better than everyone. Many, including myself, always believed Lebron had “it.” But really, he only entertained “it.” He’s Scottie Pippen with better numbers. It is time for “The Chosen One” tattoo, along with the “330″ area code branding to be painted over on his epidermal canvas. Neither are applicable.
Since he was 16, WE created “The King”, coddled him and deemed him the “second coming” and he, along with his people, bought more stock in that story than anyone and sold it back to us at a premium. It was a genius ploy until it finally crashed and burned in a train wreck reality-TV finale hosted by Jim Gray and ESPN.
This 10-day charade was preordained, written and produced by three NBA bosom buddies (who would later call themselves “Miami Thrice”), ghost-directed by Pat Riley and acted out on a grand stage for our amusement. When the curtain dropped on July 1st, the performances were spectacular. There were Twitter feeds coinciding with photo ops and well-placed media leaks; and, of course, the dummy team meetings, featuring desperate GM’s thinking they had a shot at “landing one of the big three.” Who knows how long Bosh, Wade and James have dreamed (conspired? colluded?) about playing together. Was it 2006 when they all signed four-year extensions, anticipating this moment? Was it 2008 during the Beijing games? Was it at the aforementioned “summit” on June 28th?
According to their script, Chris Bosh found out Lebron James would be his teammate the same time I did?!? These were @chrisbosh actual Tweets from Thursday night.
8:54pm -”I’m suited up and ready! Bout to watch ESPN. This is sports history we’re watching tonight!”
9:17pm – “I thought they said the first 10 minutes! Lol”
9:30pm -”Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Really? You had no idea?
It seems so obvious now. James never wanted any part of New York City and that potential legacy. He wasn’t ever going to LA to challenge Kobe head-on. It was never an option to step into Jordan’s house and compete for his own statue outside the United Center. This, more than any other reason, was why he ditched #23 (see my post from April). This whole time we’ve been paying Bruce Wayne, waiting for Batman and low-and-behold, underneath the “King” facade, he emerges as Robin. The headline reads:
“Second Coming Prefers Second Fiddle”
Watch him literally shed his Cleveland armor, almost with relief, as he exited the court for the final time as a Cavalier. The symbolism is striking. He knew. All along he knew he would never put himself in a position where he would have to lead a franchise to multiple championships, while concurrently enduring the burden of not doing so. To his credit, Kobe has done both, and he played second fiddle to Shaq when he was less mature. Maybe it all happened too soon for Lebron. Sixteen is awfully young to embrace greatness and travel in its path alone for almost a decade, while the harsh spotlight beamed down and we scrutinized every move. Maybe we created a legacy simply too grandiose for the freakishly talented man-child from Akron to fulfill.
By now, it’s obvious, Dwyane Wade is the real king-maker. He called the shots while playing his part. He has a ring, a mentor in Riley, the keys to the city and a county renamed “Miami-Wade”. It’s his team, LBJ and CB4 are just along for the ride… and that’s exactly how Mr. James wanted it.
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MORE THAN A SHAME
During a visit to New York in 2004, my father, a much wiser man than I, sat with me and watched an episode of ENTOURAGE. Back then, the HBO show was snappier and fresh, the banter was witty and snarky and all the players seemed like they were genuinely having fun with their characters. My father didn’t care much for it and his critique was succinct. “Where are the adults?” he asked. Unlike his son, Senior Mcfly is not at all enamoured by glitz and machismo Hollywood escapist fantasy. His point, however, stuck with me. Over the years, I have remained an ENTOURAGE fan in spite of stale plotlines and a discernible lack of maturity. Such parallels can be drawn to the Lebron James free agency boondoggle.
As of now, I remain a Lebron fan but check in with me later…he has me teetering on the precipice, and worse, I am beginning to wonder whether my two-year masturbatory daydream of “the King” resurrecting basketball in New York City culminating with a championship at The World’s Most Famous Arena, has clouded my judgment of the man and his potential legacy. Even if he comes to New York, it will feel somewhat cold and hallow at this point. Here is a brief breakdown of the weeks events:
This whole thing kick-started with “the summit” in Miami between Wade, Bosh and James on June 28th. Fittingly, because of NBA rules, the meeting never “technically” took place. Yet since everyone knew about it, Steven A. Smith eagerly reported with BREAKING NEWS “his sources tell him” Lebon will join Bosh, Wade and Riley in Miami!
Prior to July 1st, every blowhard from Mcfly to Scoop Jackson tried to out-scoop and unpack Lebron’s maneuvers. It’s quite possible Steven A.’s “sources” were right all along and this whole charade was just to put neon blinking lights over the LBJ banner. But, James & Camp certainly went through the motions, summoning the brigades to the foot of his throne in Cleveland for the proverbial feeding of succulent grapes. It was quite a display watching ESPN’s Shelly Smith stand outside and report on July 2nd how Pat Riley (with Championship jewelry in-tow) “seemed agitated as he paced the lobby of the IMG building” waiting for the Clippers to finish their presentation. Never have we ever witnessed such theater in the wide world of sports. And James, presumably tight-lipped and jovial, sat through each pony show with his poker face in full tilt.
Simultaneously, Bosh and Wade each held similar meetings in Chicago, as if to head fake the Windy City, and then go to dinner for a photo op, with Bosh flippantly Tweeting about how “it feels like someone is missing…” Golf clap.
By July 3rd, Dirk, Joe Johnson, Rudy Gay and Paul Pierce were off the board. And by the 4th it was inevitable Amar’e was going to New York. (Sidenote: Amar’e is a the most talented player NYK has had since Alan Houston in his prime. The downside, he’s a delicate defender, a light rebounder and a big recipient of Steve Nash’s all-world pick ‘n’ roll. The upside, he could have gotten similar money from at least three other teams (with better rosters) but he wanted to play at the Garden. Knicks fans need to show the man some love for at least buying into the vision of “Knicks are back!” He also gave them legitimate bait to dangle before His Majesty.)
By the 5th, Amar’e was a Knick. Speculation around Wade and Bosh grew to a crescendo and by Tuesday night, it was leaked (some say by Lebron’s camp) that both were leaning towards Miami. It was also reported all day Tuesday that Lebron had recruited Bosh to come to Cleveland, but as we have seen, James doesn’t roll up his sleeves or dirty his hands, so such efforts were done quietly or by proxy. Not exactly a hard sell from the self-proclaimed “King of Ohio.” In fact, when asked about playing for the Cavs, Bosh said, ‘I wasn’t sure if LeBron was coming back [to Cleveland] and I just wanted to leave that decision up to him.”
Okay, Chris. We know you’ve been stuck in NBA Siberia for the last seven years (apologies to you Wall $treet, Toronto is a lovely city) and South Beach is a nice place to floss your $100 million, so I suppose you get a pass. Tuesday’s events continued with KingJames (at the behest of Chris Paul) joining Twitter, giving his 250,000 instant followers a window into absolutely nothing. Then, Tuesday night, Lebron announced plans to announce his plans via “The Decision” an hour-long circle jerk of a special airing on (where else) ESPN. Groan!
By Wednesday morning, Bosh and Wade proclaimed “Miami!” and the LBJ rumors swirled like a tornado in its media wreckage. Unsourced reports gushed from everywhere. Meanwhile, Ray Allen and Carlos Boozer were signed and, essentially, all of the pieces fell into place…except for one.
NO RING
This brings me to my larger point. Let’s go back a year. The Cavs were upset by the Orlando Magic in the Eastern Conference Finals. Despite a legendary moment from Lebron in game 2, the series lasted 6 games and Cleveland was thoroughly outplayed. When it was over, Lebron ducked into the tunnel in a huff, sparing any sportsmanship or congratulatory gestures to his Team USA friend, Dwight Howard. Some criticized him for this, many defended his display of pride and distaste for losing, but for me, it didn’t sit right. Bottom line, James has two sons and this sends the wrong message. Fast forward to May of this year. The Cavs had arguably the most talented team in his tenure and as Boston put the clamp down, Lebron checked out early, as if he had a more pressing engagement with free agency. Most Cavs fans felt like this was it, he had already packed his bags, and few felt he owed the city anything. Still, in defeat, his comments were troubling. “I spoil a lot of people with my play…” he said after a game 5 drubbing. “When you have a bad game here or there, you’ve had three bad games in a seven-year career, then it’s easy to point that out.” When I heard this, I cringed. This got me thinking, who in his inner-circle is exposing him to the raw realities of failure, who is coaching him on checking the hubris when appropriate? He has insulated himself exclusively by people who not only keep him insulated but prop up his arrogance. This is all he knows. It is only recently that the curtain has blown back just far enough for us to catch a peak of life on the other side.
I have long been a member of the Lebron James fanclub. Overall, I think he’s a good dude. I’ve marveled by the way he has handled himself throughout his career, given his age, the hype, the pressure, the expectations. I’ve admired how he surrounded himself by his boys from Akron, who, throughout their early twenties, remained focused on nurturing a superstar and cultivating a global brand. Every magazine from Business Week to Fortune to TIME has waxed-on for years about the savvy of LBJ, Maverick Carter, Randy Mims, Richard Paul and the LRMR conglomerate. But here we are, right on the cusp of the biggest moment in the history of free agency, and somehow, within a 10-day period, Team Lebron has manged to gut its fan base and set fire to its brand, all while calculating the opposite result. I think of my father. “Where are the adults?”
Remember the Michael Jordan Nike commercial “Failure“? Re-watch it and think of Lebron. I cannot recall an instance in his career, on or off the court, where he has learned from his own shortcomings. This is where the value of adult-experience is noticeably void. The “yes men” surrounding him are all twenty-five year old millionaires, living off his fame and fortune, sewing his successes, building his brand, and stroking his ego. Problem is, all of his people seem to be tone deaf and have grossly miscalculated public perception. Flying from Cleveland to the York suburbs for a contrived one-hour spectacle destined to rip out the hearts out of Cavs and/or Knicks fans is inexcusable and unforgivable. And if the verdict is “The Heat,” it will be a low moment for the NBA. If he was going to Miami all along, why not make the announcement alongside his teammates rather than upstage them with a 60-minute special? I cannot think a city more fitting for a glitzy, XBOX-style dream team. “The Miami Heat, brought to you by EA Sports, if it’s in the game, it’s in the game.” And I cannot think of a sports city more dispassionate and unworthy of a dynasty. Just picture DJ Khaled sitting courtside, high-fiveing Lebron screaming “wi da bessssssst, who? weee nukkka!” It’s utterly nauseating. I can’t take this. I’m tuning out until 6:00pm pacific. Until then…
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MIDNIGHT IN A PERFECT WORLD
June 30, 2010: Twas the night before Christmas in the NBA…
What we are about to witness (wink wink) is potentially the grandest game of musical chairs in the history of sport and business. Tonight at midnight eastern/9pm pacific, we will a usher in a defining period in the free agency era. It’s Curt Flood’s 1969 vision on steroids and angel dust. Buckle up.
Assuming you’ve followed the bouncing ball, you know that we here at the Califonia Sole Report have focused much of our topical energy on Lebron James. He is a worthy subject. I stand by what I have said about the man and I will continue to unpack my sentiments in this pontification. He is a once-in-a-generation athlete. However, the “once-in-a-generation” handle is not something you can just attribute to anyone with great stats and a long highlight reel. These are mortals that transcend their sport and ascend into immortality, a la Babe Ruth, Micky Mantle, Wayne Gretzky, Michael Jordan, Jim Brown, Joe Montana et al. Sure, we accept varying degrees of immortality, and sometimes multiple monuments exist in the same era (Magic, Larry, Charles) but overall, most objective sports fans agree that “once in a generation” is just that. As much as I cringe, it is fair to say Kobe Bryant is now flirting with the esteemed attribution. Unfortunately for Kobe, since he is such a salty, calculating personality, bereft of both charisma and Q-scores, it is difficult to claim his accomplishments on the court have transcended the beyond City of Angels. Okay, but back to the lecture at hand…
King James has all of the tangibles and intangibles for meta-level ascension. Since High School, he has been called “The Chosen One“. Still, as of today, his flight has been delayed. What we are hearing from the various camps reporting on this free-agency boondoggle is that Lebron is uber-intrigued by the possibility of playing alongside Dwyane Wade and Chris Bosh, his buddies from Team USA. Wade has (reportedly) lobbied hard (with the blessing of Pat Riley the Don) to bring all three superstars to South Beach. Anybody who has studied Lebron over the years or has watched the seminal documentary “More Than A Game,” understands his passion and commitment to TEAM. An only child born to a single mother, the camaraderie he fosters with his brothers-in-arms on the hardwood is akin to family ties. This is, perhaps, an aspect of his NBA career that in the seven years in Cleveland, never manifested in the way he had hoped. With Bosh and Wade, arguably two of his closest friends, he can re-create the type of family he had at St. Vincent/St.Mary while competing for NBA championships. I get this appeal. I just don’t support it. Not for his caliber of superstar.
If Lebron is truly a once-in-a-generation athlete, this maneuver (despite each player agreeing to less money under the cap) is too collusive and convenient. Legends TRANSCEND. If James goes to Miami to play on an All-Star team, he will compromise his legacy. Ditto for Chicago, which will always be, obviously, Michael’s mecca. Furthermore, Miami is a football town, as Florida is a football state. The Heat fan-base is a smattering of loyalists and local ban-wagoners that show up in cream-colored gabardines and bedazzled D&G tee shirts, waiving white rags at playoff games. The city has no rich tradition of basketball and, they won a Championship just a few years ago, which was a great accomplishment for Wade and Shaq and Riley but for the rest of us NBA fans… a low-rated shoulder shrug. I also get Lebron’s urge to win now. To paraphrase Yoda, “much work to do he has…” and rebuilding a franchise without the guarantee of camaraderie or organizational eminence may be ultimately unappealing. But, Lebron seems too passive in this process thus far. He has hinted (on Larry King) Cleveland has an edge. Really? How? D-Wade has been active, if not vocal. Meetings have taken place in Miami. Lebron has been deafeningly silent as his organization cleaned house. He hasn’t lobbied anyone to come to Cleveland. All reports indicate that James has immense affinity for the community where he grew up and would still love to bring the city a Championship, but that rhetoric does not match his behavior. (Let’s throw the “tampering” argument out the window, because we all know the back-channel moves are ongoing and leaky.) And if it’s just about winning a title quickly, why doesn’t he use his clout to have Mitch Kupchak orchestrate a deal that would send LBJ to the Lakers? There has got to be some hunger in him for a challenge. And as previously stated, only two-teams provide Lebron with the type of legacy lift he needs for that immortal ascension. NEW YORK and CLEVELAND.
Not Miami. Not Chicago. Not New Jersey.
It is increasingly impossible for Mcfly to strip away the objectivity. I have been a miserable Knicks fan for a decade and, since Lebron has turned down every opportunity for signing an extension with the Cavs, the Knicks have been on a Lebron-or-bust mission for the past three years, desperately clearing cap room to attract LBJ and another max-deal player. They have compromised multiple seasons and draft picks. They have no existing pieces. They have been a wretched franchise and still, Knicks fans almost unanimously supported the objective. Now, early indications are that the Knicks are totally out of the Lebron sweepstakes, and so they have started floating ludicrous, unsourced reports stating they don’t want Lebron. It’s infuriating. On the eve of the biggest moment in the history of the franchise, why are they posturing and spin-doctoring?!? 
Joe Johnson and Amar’e ain’t gonna do it folks. And, with due respect, they are barely a consolation prize if James, Wade and Bosh are playing on the same team in the same division. Good luck getting through them in the Playoffs. Adding Lebron is also addition by subtraction (they won’t have to get through his team in the playoffs) and the Knicks need to fight like their franchise depends on it. And will SOMEBODY (other than Mcfly) please make a more compelling case to King James that legends do legendary things and transcend! “Concrete Jungle where dreams are made of…” etc. etc.
This is where Lebron needs to hold up his end of the bargain. Wherever he chooses, it will be the biggest free-agency signing in the history of sports. Tomorrow’s movements could, in all likelihood, define the free-agency/salary cap era.
Will he lift off and become the Chosen One, that once-in-a-generation athlete? Or will he SETTLE for great stats and a long highlight reel, playing a role, sharing the ball (and spotlight) with his superstar friends, maybe even winning a few titles? The fork in the road is finally upon us. A legacy hangs in the balance. Will it be midnight in a perfect world for Knicks fans?
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Life After God (Moe Pope & Rain)- Godzilla / Rock Me (Official HQ Video)
Two selections from the forthcoming full-length, "Life After God," available July 27th on Brick Records
Produced by Rain, directed by Jason Goodrich
BP Oil-Spill Solution Concept
DOUGLAS TRUMBULL’S PROTOTYPE FOR A POTENTIAL SOLUTION TO GULF OIL CRISIS
Skins & Needles: BACK BEAT SYMPHONY- Free Download!
Breaks, beats, scratches, turntables, live drums, Dj Zeph, Max MacVeety
LeBron-a-thon 2010
So much has happened in the LeBron-a-thon debate I don’t even know where to begin. Let me start by saying that anybody claiming to know anything about LeBron’s intentions as of July 1 are bullsh*ttin’. Speaking of Bull, James definitely ain’t going to Chicago! And you can take that to the bank (just don’t cash the check until mid-August.) It’s more than likely that Lebron himself doesn’t know which way he’s leaning. Still, it’s fun to pontificate the possibilities. I’ve had my working theories in place for roughly eighteen months and as an avid Knicks fan/pontificater, I will center my focus around why His Majesty SHOULD come to the NYKs. In fact, Jadakiss does some bidding for me on that new, semi-flammable LBJ-sack-snuggling track “I am The Man.” To me, there are two primary factors which give the Knicks an edge over every other team:
1) Legacy 2) Business
Ol’ Jada breaks out the PowerPoint and touches on both: “Come to the city where the ball drops on New Year/ you win one chip it’s like you won two here/ you love playing in the Garden, you run through there/ just picture LeBron in the orange a
nd blue gear.”
And, “no more mister nice guy/ billboards life size/ jersey sales through the roof, sneaker sales likewise…” These are actually salient points. First, the legacy:
Lebron is acutely aware of who he is and how important his brand is to game of basketball, both locally and internationally. The 2010-11 season will be his 8th and he will be 26 in December. His only sniff at a title was in 2007, when the Spurs mercifully broke out the swifters and dustpans. (But don’t forget, Jordan did not put on his first ring until 1991, when he was 27.) A student of the game, Lebron understands his legacy cannot be Barkley/Malone-esque. He needs to win ChampionshipS (as in more than one), otherwise his career– given his potential and hype– will be a colossal underachievement, and his Hall of Fame induction will feel hallow (especially for him.) But if he does win ringS, they should not be Duncan-esque either. (Tim Duncan is the greatest power forward of all-time, but his four-Championships, much like his legacy, are forgettable unless you happen to be from central Texas.) When King James wins a title, he must shake the basketball world to its core… and then do it again…and again. Just fifty-four weeks ago, the Kobe vs. Lebron debate was actually compelling. Kobe hadn’t won a ring without Shaq and Cleveland looked poised to challenge for multiple titles. Now, Kobe has a ring on each finger of his shooting hand and has indisputably solidified himself inside the Top-10 All-Time (not to mention, next season he will be gunning for his second 3-Peat). Lebron would be the first to admit, he has significant work to do…
Of all of the teams that have cap room for a max-deal, the Knickerbockers are the only franchise that provides him with an opportunity to rattle the earth by bringing the city its first title since 1973. To aficionados, New York City is a basketball mecca. We can go on about the rich tradition of street ball in Rucker Park, the playgrounds at West 4th, the Globetrotters, the origins of hip-hop and cross-sections of urban fashion and sneaker culture; the close-but-no-cigar era of Patrick Ewing and the embarrassing demise of the franchise over the last decade. (The mere mentioning of Scott Layden or Isiah Thomas to any blue-blooded Knicks fan still creates a gag reflex.) But considering the sheer volume and magnified magnitude of the Big Apple, no city is more ravenous for championship level basketball. And, unlike baseball, football and hockey, there is no division of allegiances when it comes to the Knicks. The Yankee fan, the Met fan, the Jet fan, the Giant fan, the Ranger fan and Islander fan ALL pack the Garden and route passionately for the Orange and Blue. For Lebron, whose career thus far is long on dazzling highlights but short on immortal moments, winning in New York will give him that deity status that would efficiently fortify his legacy. Moreover, he will run New York in a way Derek Jeter, Mark Messier and Eli Manning (or even Donald Trump, Jay-Z and Mayor Bloomberg) could only imagine.
Before I get into the Business, it is important to note that Lebron will NOT come to New York to single-handedly resurrect a franchise with a D-League roster. Failure in New York would decimate what little legacy he built. Despite having the most money to spend, the Knicks clearly have the worst talent make-up (and no first round pick in next week’s draft.) This is where (Knicks GM) Donnie Walsh can earn his stripes. Through the power of presentation, he will need to lure another marquee star (Chris Bosh, Amar’e Stoudemire, Dwyane Wade) to come to NYC; he must re-sign David Lee and persuade one, if not two, mid-level exception role players (Jerry Stackhouse, Tracy McGrady, Channing Frye) that the New York Knicks offer the best opportunity to maximize their value and/or win a championship. This is a very delicate balance given salary cap restrictions and the finicky demands of free-agents. And if the Knicks put all of their eggs in the Lebron basket and come up empty, they could be in for another decade of misery.
It is well-established that Lebron James has set his sights on becoming the first billionaire athlete. (He lunches with Warren Buffet and presumably takes notes.) Now, I am not claiming that New York City is only place to capitalize on his profound stardom; it just happens to be the BEST place, for obvious reasons. Even in a global economy, where his star can shine plenty bright from Cleveland, it would be difficult to replicate the precipitous pop in Lebron stock should he sign with the Knicks. Cablevision (CVC-NYSE), the publicly traded media company that recently spun off Madison Square Garden, Inc. (MSG-NYSE), which owns a controlling stake in all of MSG’s properties (including the Knicks), would likely see an explosion in its stock price based on TV revenues, ad sales, box office and full-throttle merchandising. I won’t even get into the potential for endorsements deals and blockbusting playoff games at the Garden. Michael K. Ozanian, the national editor of Forbes Magazine, speculated that Lebron will opt for New York because he can purchase MSG stock personally (although the Knicks cannot compensate him with stock options) and then directly benefit financially from his involvement with the company, thus creating a unparalleled mechanism for the accumulation of wealth in the business of sports. While this theory has been debunked by bloggers, it is still worth a look.
Any way you slice it, Lebron would (at least initially) maximize his intrinsic value as a Knick and, as a legacy conscious, basketball historian with billionaire aspirations, this is not bad place to be. In the end, the decision will be up to Lebr
on. While I have equally in-depth theories on why he SHOULD NOT sign with any team other than the New York or Cleveland, I will float the possibility that at the end of all this, Lebron may just be a small-town kid at heart and despite the opportunities of the Big Apple, the bright lights and 24-hour scrutiny, the pressures and expectations are as unappealing (no pun intended) as they would be rewarding. However, my sense is that he is ready to make this leap. Beyond his jovial demeanor (and despite what we saw most recently against Boston), there is a passion and intensity that will match-up well in New York City or, as Jada puts it, “you don’t have to thank me, nah just bank me/ and your favorite baseball team is the Yankees/ frankly, I know you debatin’/I just want to let you know you got NYC waitin’, patient…”
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The Roots ft. Jim James – Dear God 2.0 ( Live on Jimmy Fallon)
I’m really feeling Dear God 2.0 . The orchestra is on point in this video, dope live performance overall. Go pick up “How I Got Over” June 21st. Another classic from The Roots.
