MC Lure’s rap make our body acihe. Lots of women have problems with how rap dehumanizes them but Lure’s raps turn everybody, every body, into meat. Frozen or grilled. Sizzled, burned. He kills, he burns. And he redeems.

We know our readership isn’t crawling with hip-hop enthusiasts. (It’s the only genre where, when we mention it, we get negative comments. Not even classical and reggae get that response.) But MC Lure, to uphold the cliché, transcends genres. He refutes stereotypes. He stares stereotypes in the face and spits at them.

Hence his lyric:

I stare stereotypes in the face. I spit.