If you pegged the Brooklyn-via-Wesleyan duo Das Racist's shtick as simple joke rap, perhaps based on a little existential cartography lesson called "Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell," you would've been half wrong: Das (pronounced like a crude "that's") Racist's shtick is extremely complicated joke rap, a hyperliterate hodgepodge of hipster irony, endearingly nerdy humanities banter, rhetorico-surrealist wordplay, hardcore fast food loyalties, and two-brown-dudes-walk-into-a-bar postracialism. Only the bar is a weed dispensary, and it's owned by Norman Mailer and Ghostface Killah. Sample line: "Spare me that titty fat, jimmy hack, gimme that Similac." Another: "My Florsheims is tight." Try out last year's two mixtapes, Shut Up, Dude and Sit Down, Man; if you think you can hang, go find your boys not at the Popeyes (what?) or at Da Pitt BBQ (huh?) but at the Independent Wednesday, Feb. 2, with HOTTUB and DJ Vin Sol.