Oh, man. Two white guys in suits drinking scotch? They’re just askin’ for it. Good thing I listened anyway. Yes, this record would clear any non-Skribble Jam dancefloor, but you can’t ignore the power of “Confessions of a Teenage Wafrican American,” where Dos Noun blows his own spot with lines like, “Am I just trying to beat blacks at their art form?” It won’t make you dance, but it’ll definitely make you think, and hip-hop still has room for that.