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Call the Porn-Rap Lover Scum at Your Own Self-Revealing Risk

by Anthony Miccio

May 24th, 2005 12:00 AM

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photo: Arnold Turner

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"Wait (The Whisper Song)"
"Pull My Hair"
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Ying Yang Twins' whispered-in-your-ear "Wait," for better or worse, is a crass flirt mistaken for a date rape anthem by people who have no sympathy for lechers or just miss the key-for-me "Naw I'm jus playin' less ya say I can/And I'm known to be a real nasty man." I preferred it more as a Web-only toss-off rarity—like some Redd Foxx album kids are playing when their parents aren't home—than as the First Song off Our New Album boomed out of cars with a "classy" video. But either it's defensible or it ain't; with "bitch" up to debate, I'm gonna go with "is." You're welcome to never want to hear it—just call the listener scum at your own self-revealing risk.

The follow-up "Pull My Hair" removes the unconsummated confessional element, adds a submissive but vocally enthusiastic participant, and winds up as flat-out male-dom porn: See? My dick. Her consent arguably makes the track less offensive-as-assaultive (anybody saying the dialogue is unrealistically fantastical is naive), but weaker hooks than "Wait" reduce the appeal to erotic content and nothing more. Ironic as it may seem, I'd assume the audience for "Pull My Hair" just might be women—it's BangBus Barry White. But then I've never understood it when they cut to the dude's oh-face.