Bombs over Baghdad to me is about anticipation, its about all the built up tension that accumulates the moment someone is about to pull the trigger or cum in some cases. This song hit me like a ton of bricks the first time my teenage ears heard it. I thought I had met the Gods of rap, especially considering that the only sound that was hip at the time was the synth driven sound of swiss beatz and his ruff riders crew. This came as one of the most unorthodox sounding spaced out records on charts populated by Britney spears, the Backstreet boys, Eminem and other assortments of early aughts bullshit music. Bombs of Baghdad wasn’t just refreshing it was frighteningly beautiful, futuristic and almost predicted the future in a Nostradamus kind of way. The song is steeped in many important symbols of the southern way. Its steeped in the church as much as it is steeped in the equally religious institution of the strip club. The greatness of Kast really can’t be under-estimated. Who the fuck has the gonads to drop such a strange record as a single. A song that is equal parts church and strip club. A song that is as much a bluesy-hendrikian trip as it is a Atlanta bass music banger. The song has two verses and a long ass guitar solo and a drum machine part that is mad infectious. Now the lyrics are probably proof that in the history of hip hop you will never have an emcee as psychedelic and off kilter as Andre 3stacks and Big Boi. Andre opens with lyrics that show that he has an unorthodox penchant for using metaphors that can only be called tripped out
this wording which is a portmanteau of international and slum creates the sense that he is about to suck you into his world. This clever ability to not merely use words but to create a whole new diction to describe your music is at the heart of black music. Think Parliament-Funkadelic or Sun-Ra you will find a lot of these artists alluded to there music as otherworldly. in the lyrics you find works of vivid visual poetry especially when he says:
“ Thunder pounds when i stomp the ground/like a million elephants and silverback orangutans/ you can’t stop the train”
His metaphors aren’t merely witty or sharp they are other worldly. He rearranges and turns upside down classic ways of rhyming. In this line he alludes to how unstoppable he is by making a metaphor that has silver back orangutans and elephants in the same verse. You have to be on a serious dose of LSD to come out with tripped out shit like that. Not only that but this cat says silverback orangutans which don’t exist. This kind of rhyming doesn’t merely excite but it forces the listener to realize that this artist is dealing with a reality that entirely his own.
Lets not forget that in more ways than one this song kinda predicted the Iraq war and in essence like Stuart Berman said it incapsulated the next decade. Lets also not forget that Big Boi was at his equally pimped out best. I was down south sometime in 2005 and went to a club were this song was played and people lost there shit. Its a song thats more drum n bass circa Public Enemy and Africa Bambataa than it is anything of the 2000 era. It reveals why the fuck hip hop in my opinion is one of the greatest artistic coups ever.