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Hip-hop has finally found its sense of humor again. After years of taking itself entirely too seriously (remember 50 getting stabbed over a parody song right before he got big?), a handful of emcees have decided to have fun and just talk shit over loud beats. Trinidad James, currently battling teenager Chief Keef for the title of rap’s clown prince, ran the Internet this winter via his sweat-drenched Molly-popping and caused much despair and rumors of lawsuits based on his character’s similarity to “Martin”’s Jerome. It’s best not to over-think it; if you do, you’ll blow a gasket. There are plenty of things today that make me want to turn into Huey Freeman. Trinidad James? Just turn it up or turn it off. —Damien McPherson