153. Nas’ ‘Illmatic’

Is there even anything anyone could write about Illmatic that hasn’t been written before? Is there some new fresh perspective? Is there some new juice to be squeezed from it’s thoroughly ground rinds? What possible good could come from me giving you some overwrought origin story about how I came to realize Illmatic’s classic charms, its gritty realism, and its status as the best hip-hop album of all time?

I didn’t think so. Let’s all bow at the temple of Illmatic.