Never mind their beef with Columbia Records or their gibes at other rappers (the album's title, after all, takes a swipe at 50 Cent). These MCs are transforming the present by charging straight back to the past. Whereas last year's Turn Off the Radio was pure spoof -- a pastiche of super-pared-down but recognizable Top 40 tracks overlaid with ciphers about fucking the Man -- Get Free has less of a mixtape feel. It's sonically richer and sometimes unabashedly torchy, as with the melodic beats that shore up the sentiment of "Tallahassee Days" and "When Mama Cries."
What's most impressive about Dead Prez is its ability to reanimate the metaphors of racism, class oppression, and inner-city life that form the blueprint for hip-hop. It's tempting to turn the volume down when an MC gets on his soapbox and spits bromides about uplifting the 'hood, but Dead Prez demands you take it seriously -- it'd chump corporate hucksters or duke it out with its hip-pop counterparts at the drop of a hat. Which is a lot more than most people are doing in the mainstream rap world, where Nelly's singing about "forty acres and a pool."
