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Chamillionaire feat. Slick Rick

A Slick Rick guest spot is like a Nate Dogg hook—always more than welcome. But why does this one have to get all tangled up in this lame-o post-Imus "rap oppression" scenario, wherein Chamillionaire's smug defensiveness and hip-hop-forbearers name-dropping feels as rhetorically empty as Bill O'Reilly's racist invective?

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Queens of the Stone Age

One needn't literally buy into Josh Homme's raw, raucous rawk-outs to appreciate their value. The scruffy edges of "Sick, Sick, Sick" come off, well, bubonic on FM radio, even if they don't send one hightailing it to Best Buy (or Lime Wire). Nonetheless, can anyone explain why, exactly, these guys aren't U2-level stars by now? Shouldn't they be outselling Nickelback without breaking a sweat?

Rihanna feat. Jay-Z

Whether or not there actually was a Rihanna-Hovito-Beyonce love triangle, you know Lady Knowles has just got to hate hearing even a few notes of this now-immortal, eye-rollingly bland robo-single. Seriously, this fluke begs for a random Farnsworth Bentley cameo-cum-promotional-adlib.

Uffie

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