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FOOD & LIQUOR by Lupe Fiasco
He raps, so his debut got filed under hip-hop by default. But this Chicago-born Jay-Z protégé relies on orchestral swells far more than beats, and his subjects range from an indictment of rap fantasies ("Now come on everybody, let's make cocaine cool/ We need a few more half-naked women up in the pool") to a gentle skateboard romance as innocent and sincere as Annette Funicello.
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