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The first gangsta rapper (you try to run but he's got a gun and he shoots you dead and he eats your head), Blondie’s Debbie Harry, dropped her oddest concept-rap song since, I dunno, the one about eating bars, cars and guitars. Homage raps to other rappers are a mini-genre that never really works for me. “We’ll always love Big Poppa” is pure sap and "Unauthorized Biography of Rakim” is more spoken word than flow. But this one feels like a high-school notebook scrawl by the artsy white girl fascinated by the nutty little trouble-maker at the OTHER lunch table. Deb successfully uses the surreal (take off your glasses down to your skin), the silly (she got it under her wiggy) and the cheesy video-game funk-blips in this locker-sized altar. I can see Kim digging it AND that cool-white-girl because, you know, they can talk about fly boots or whatever. The killer couplet is of course “She wants love and affection / not the house of corrections.” The various vocal pitches and effortless flirts put Madonna’s return to disco to down and dirty (and deep) shame. Like Lil’ Kim, Blondie can do it. She can phone it in. Does she say “Flirty Socrateaser”?

Blondie – Dirty N Deep