Weed Carriers of the Wu-Tang Clan

Witness Killa Sin’s finest hour, supplemented by Rae, Mr....

Thu, 05 May 2011 03:46:00 -0400

Witness Killa Sin’s finest hour, supplemented by Rae, Mr. Mef and Suave and Stickyfingaz from Onyx. There’s a great rap duel by Stickyfingaz and Meth in here, and it’s infinitely better if you watch the video.

A great 4th Disciple beat and middling flows from the various...

Mon, 02 May 2011 13:04:44 -0400

A great 4th Disciple beat and middling flows from the various MCs: This is what Killarmy is all about. And yes, that is the RZA on that throne, making his minions debase themselves for his pleasure. Ever humble, our Mr. Diggs.

Hey man, loving this blog, the Wu weed carriers are a topic discussed often with my mates. Any idea how 12 O'Clock got the rap name 12 O'Clock? My best guess is that he probably sleeps in all the time, so one day RZA christens him 12 O'Clock because "it's not until 12 O'Clock that you even think about getting up out of bed son." Guaranteed the actual story is much crazier than that! Keep up the good work.

Mon, 02 May 2011 12:31:24 -0400

That’s as good a guess as any, and I’m going to go with it because that’s basically my sleep schedule too. My scouring of the internets for 12 O’Clock-related information didn’t turn anything up. Maybe when this blog (with its highly relevant and topical subject matter that speaks to the youth of today) blows up and I get interviews with all these dudes I can ask him.

"Yo y’all niggas is foul man! How you gon let your mans step outside G and have that little..."

Sat, 30 Apr 2011 00:13:28 -0400

“Yo y’all niggas is foul man! How you gon let your mans step outside G and have that little white shit in his mouth and shit and he out here kicking it wit y’all. Like he just ate mad fuckin Cornflakes or sumthin. Dried up milk around the side of his mouth like he stuck his tongue in a bottle of powder. Nahmean y’all niggaz, that ain’t right son. A nigga come around if thats your boy man holla at him. Tell son to get that booger out his nose. Tell son to get that muthafuckin “Yo wipe your mouth son” yall niggas just gon sit there and see a nigga with food on his teeth or something and not say nothing. Nahmean you might not have seen this nigga in years, you gon’ let him go head & go to church with that shit on his lips on his teeth or wherever the fuck he going and shit. Know what I’m sayin. Nigga going to the fight with greens on his teeth! Nah mean. Nigga going to the Floyd fight with Collard greens on his back tooth or something and shit. Y’all niggas see that shit nigga! Let that nigga know son. You know what I’m sayin? Stop frontin man. THATS NOT NICE! That’s not a nice thing to do man. If its me son and I got a fuckin booger on my nose or something like that man holla at the boy man! Tell me like “Yo Tone, thats not looking real right, right there my nigga! Get that green kick ball out your fucking nose or somethin nigga.” Nahmean? I’ma be like “Oh shit! Word? Oh aight true! True! You got it mah dude! You know, thats what it is. Good lookin! Good Lookin! Word up. I was just about to go step to that bitch right there son.” Nah mean? Word up man SET ME FREE MAN! On some Martin Luther King shit.”

- Ghost, the Ms. Manners of thug Twitter

I have no idea what the Brooklyn Zu had to do to get RZA to...

Fri, 29 Apr 2011 03:17:06 -0400

I have no idea what the Brooklyn Zu had to do to get RZA to produce a track for them, but it was worth it.

This is Shorty Shitstain! Shorty Shitstain is his name.

Fri, 29 Apr 2011 00:15:00 -0400

This is Shorty Shitstain! Shorty Shitstain is his name.

Know Your Weed Carriers, Part Three: Ol' Dirty Bastard

Fri, 29 Apr 2011 00:07:00 -0400

It seems only natural to follow up the spotlight on Ol’ Dirty’s cousin 12 O’Clock with a look at the rest of Dirt McGirt’s weed carrying posse, the Brooklyn Zu. Whereas being Method Man’s weed caddy most likely involves a lot of video games and carrying for the RZA means you probably have to have some decent chess skills, being in Big Baby Jesus’ posse means that you have to be prepared to do all manner of crazy shit at any given time, while carrying large quantities of drugs. The man’s rap sheet speaks for itself; he’s been shot in the ass, arrested for stealing sneakers, and, sadly, was busted with drugs twice in the same year, 1999. We’ll never know why Dirt didn’t always keep a trusty weed carrier on hand; he was one unpredictable motherfucker and that was part of his mystique.

In this, the third part of a series both exciting and edifying, we’ll meet the men that carried Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s weed, when he remembered to hand it to them.

Dirt McGirt has the singular honor of being the first Wu-Tang member to sport a vanity posse. The Brooklyn Zu showed up on his first solo album, Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version, and would be recurring guests on all of his solo efforts until his death in 2004. Made up of the aforementioned 12 O’Clock, the best MC of the bunch, Shorty Shitstain, whose flow is as straightforward as his name, the usually inoffensive and occasionally good Merdoc, leader and go-to hooks guy Raison Allah the Zookeeper and producer/MC Buddha Monk, who is sneaky-good in both roles, they’re still making tracks today, sixteen years after their first appearance and seven after Big Baby Jesus’ death.

The Zu has released only one proper full-length album, Chamber #9, Verse 32, but they’ve been extremely prolific over the years. Buddha Monk has released six (!) volumes of the Zu-Chronicles, collections of Zu-related recordings spanning their considerable career, as well as his own full-length album, Prophecy, a Prophecy remix and Unreleased Chambers, which appears to be Zu-Chronicles, Vol. 7 under a different name. Buddha Monk is a busy man, apparently. He’s also a pretty talented producer. We’re not talking vintage RZA here, but he’s solid on the boards, with the occasional gem. Combined with his quality mic work, 12 O’Clock to shoulder the other end of the lyrical burden, Raison Allah to talk a bunch of shit and provide a listenable hook and the occasional quality guest star, some of Brooklyn Zu’s output is legitimately good hip-hop. Merdoc and Shorty Shitstain need a good beat to carry them on their best day, so it’s good if their contributions are kept to a minimum, but the Zu are a perfectly acceptable posse of weed carriers that can sometimes rise to the occasion and produce something you might even want to listen to more than once.

Their consistent lineup and loyalty to ODB (even postmortem; they dedicate pretty much everything they do to Dirty) makes them easy to root for. Unlike other Wu vanity posses, the Zu doesn’t have their boss to drop by and guest star for them. Despite that, they didn’t change their identity; they’re still a hardcore Wu-affiliate, complete with kung-fu samples and Clan namedrops and guests. The uncharitable would say that’s because the Wu connection and cashing in on ODB’s name is the only thing that puts any money in their pockets at all, but I’m not here to be uncharitable (also, if this totally reliable account on the Wu-Tang message boards is anything to go by, they don’t have any money period, or at least Shorty Shitstain doesn’t). The Brooklyn Zu seem genuinely devoted to Dirt McGirt and making music that’s meant to keep his legacy alive, and you’d have to be a real asshole to hate on that.

Hey, it’s 12 O’Clock! He might be the poor...

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 18:24:56 -0400

Hey, it’s 12 O’Clock! He might be the poor man’s Ol’ Dirty Bastard, but that doesn’t mean he sucks.

Spotlight: 12 O'Clock

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 18:22:00 -0400

As a member of the Brooklyn Zu, the weed-holding posse of a man whose prodigious appetite for mind-altering substances was well-known, the magnificent Ol’ Dirty Bastard, 12 O’Clock’s duties as a caddy were undoubtedly more high-impact than many of his brethren. While Streetlife and Carlton Fisk were lounging on Method Man’s couch, playing Playstation and working their way through stacks of Marvel Comics, interrupted only by the occasional delivery call for Henny, pizza or Chinese, 12 O’Clock would have been getting up to… whatever you get up to when you’re part of Big Baby Jesus’ entourage. Crime and abject lunacy, basically. With Dirty’s posse essentially being the Special Forces of Wu-Tang weed carriers, you’d expect that skills like “fighting dudes,” “stonewalling the police” and “fleeing crime scenes” would rank higher on the list of prerequisites for employment than, say, “lyrical aptitude.” Add in the whiff of nepotism from the fact that 12 O’Clock is Dirt McGirt’s actual cousin, and you could be forgiven for assuming that he sucks.

However, you would be dead wrong in that assumption.

Although he’d been around since the pre-Wu days due to his relation with Dirty, 12 O’Clock got his first high-profile verse on Return to the 36 Chambers: The Dirty Version, ODB’s first solo album. He showed up on the posse cut “Protect Ya Neck II: The Zoo,” a veritable who’s who of early Wu weed carriers, with an uninspired verse (at 1:48) that still sounds pretty good because of RZA’s banging production. Even Shorty Shitstain sounds good on this beat, it’s insane. Not a particularly auspicious debut, but you can get a sense of 12 O’Clock’s flow. Unsurprisingly, he sounds a little like Dirty, but tighter, without the gonzo stylings that made Osirus the most idiosyncratic MC of all time.

12 was certainly a work in progress, but he was lucky enough to have Ol’ Dirty as a mentor, whether to help him with his developing style or admonish him for getting so high on Dirt’s supply that he blanked out on his freestyle (it’s at 3:55; total weed carrier faux pas). He bounced around a little, contributing a sleep-inducing verse on fellow Wu weed caddy La the Darkman’s “Wu Blood-Kin” (Off La’s Heist of the Century album; the high point of the track is a little bit of Big Ghost’s patented wack singing on the hook) and contributing a profoundly stupid verse to the Wu-Syndicate’s “Ghetto Syringe” which nonetheless murders the Syndicate on their own shit, because the Syndicate (Mafia Joe and Myalanski) was terrible. Despite these mediocrities, 12 O’Clock would prove his potential on two absolutely excellent tracks, both of which were duets with big-time Wu members and appeared on movie soundtracks.

1995 saw the release of the Tales From the Hood Soundtrack (which is absolutely worth tracking down. In addition to 12’s track, it has fantastic rare offerings from the Wu-Tang and Gravediggaz, as well as some shockingly great songs from a few horrorcore no-names) and gave 12 the chance to strut his stuff on a high-profile track with his cousin ODB, “Ol’ Dirty’s Back.” He fucking kills it over an eerie, minimalist beat that lets 12 and Dirt just rip it up. Everything about this song is awesome. Dirty lets 12 take the spotlight while he eggs him on and supports him in true, gonzo Dirt Dog fashion, with all types of fucked-up noises and mutterings. Even the lyrics are fantastic: “go fly a kite or somethin’ / make some muffins” is my personal favorite, but the whole package just works, and Dirt and 12 O’Clock have great chemistry here. This is the song that made me like 12 O’Clock, and also led to my lifelong misconception that 12 was Dirty’s little brother, because Dirt calls him his little brother on the track. Wu-genealogy is so confusing (future post idea alert!). The real deal is this: 12 O’Clock’s mother died when he was eight, so he went to live with his Aunt Cherry, Dirty’s mom. I guess Osirus considered him a little brother even though he was actually a cousin. You can hear Dirt’s influence in 12’s flow and lyrics, and I give him general human decency points for his obvious affection and support of his cousin. 12 O’Clock appears on every ODB solo joint.

12 O’Clock followed up this success with “Nasty Immigrants,” another duet featuring a major Wu star, this time Raekwon the Chef, on the Nutty Professor Soundtrack (it also appears on the first Hidden Chambers bootleg; track that down instead). As good as “Ol’ Dirty’s Back” is, this one is even better. Another eerie beat, and another instance of 12 O’Clock matching a tremendous MC with his flows. Rae has the well-deserved reputation of being the Clan member most likely to phone it in (also: to bitch and moan). We’ve all heard Immobilarity, this comes as no surprise to any Wu-stan. He let himself get murdered on his own shit by members of the fucking American Cream Team on that album. That was truly the moment when the Wu-Tang solo album dream died. This is not that Rae. This is the Chef at the height of his powers, in 1996, right in the wake of Cuban Linx, long before his sometimes-sleepy flow turned sleep-inducing. It’s not Rae’s best effort of all time, no, but he’s obviously trying, and 12 O’Clock is just better. A lot better. He savages the beat, spitting his rhymes with a sneer and a hiss, and when he turns the track over to Rae to finish up, it’s legitimately disappointing. No matter how erratic 12’s verses have been, this track insists that you take him seriously as an MC.

These are the highlights of 12 O’Clock’s career to this point, although he was rewarded with the highest Wu-weed carrier honor; a verse on a proper Wu album. He fires up “Chrome Wheels” off of 2001’s Iron Flag, and he acquits himself well, although the beat doesn’t complement his style. He outdoes Rae again, who, in full phone-it-in mode, barely contributes an entire verse to the track. It’s only a Wu-Tang album, Chef. Don’t put yourself out. 12 O’Clock next pops up on GZA’s Legend of the Liquid Sword, contributing an excellent verse on “Rough Cut,” a track that also features a nice showing from fellow longtime weed caddy Prodigal Sunn. They must have enjoyed working together, as they teamed up to form the Wu-satellite duo 2 on Da Road. Awful name aside, they recorded a lot of tracks together, some of which were actually pretty good! I’m not sure why they never released an album, but intrepid Wu stans have gathered up all the stuff they released during this period and bundled it for download here.

2 on Da Road obviously never really went anywhere, and 12 O’Clock appearances have been few and far between in recent years. He has a verse on the great weed carrier posse cut “Fifth Chamber,” from (the highly underrated) Bronze Nazareth’s The Great Migration album. Most of his more recent efforts seem to have been in collaborations with the rest of the Brooklyn Zu, who keep on rolling despite the late Big Baby Jesus not really needing anyone to hold his shit for him anymore. They have a legit album out, Chamber #9, Verse 32, and guess what? It has some bangers. 12 is supposedly working on a solo album, and accepting submissions of beats from all comers, so by all means hit him up on Facebook and send him your basement instrumentals. Especially if your name is “Robert Diggs.”

I like 12 O’Clock, and have ever since I picked up the Tales From The Hood Soundtrack in high school. I became an even bigger fan when I picked up Hidden Chambers in college. He’s one of the upper echelon of Wu-Tang weed carriers, he has a distinctive flow that I really enjoy and he’s had some great verses on some pretty high-profile Wu joints. He’s become much more consistent over the years, and learned to adapt his style to beats that would have befuddled him early on. I don’t understand why this guy isn’t on more Wu albums. It’s not like U-God, Deck, Masta Killa or weed carrier supreme Cappadonna have a deep pool of great up-and-coming MCs lining up to guest on their shit, and I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that 12 probably doesn’t charge top fucking dollar for his rhymes. His unique flow can really change up a track and make a nice counterpoint for a rapper with a different style, and isn’t that the entire point of having non-famous guest MCs on your solo album (besides making them carry your herb, obviously)? Are the House Gang and Hillside Scramblers just so dope that Deck and U-God can’t find room for other weed carrier-level MCs (spoiler alert for a future post: they aren’t)? I guess it doesn’t really matter as long as 12 O’Clock and the Zu are putting out stuff that I want to listen to, but I think 12 can make a lot of tracks significantly better when he flows on them, and that’s something I can’t say for a lot of the guys who get verses on Wu albums these days.

Method Man and his weed carriers with a fantastic track...

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 03:30:00 -0400

Method Man and his weed carriers with a fantastic track about… smoking weed, of course. Also features a great RZA beat.

Know Your Weed Carriers, Part Two: Method Man

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 03:11:00 -0400

While all of the members of the Wu-Tang make their affinity for smoking herb perfectly plain, it’s Johnny Blaze who makes weed a fundamental part of his image and personality. With a laid-back, grimy flow that can go from warm to goofy to menacing in a single verse, as well as an outsized, charismatic personality, Mr. Meth was the first Wu-Tang megastar.

In this, the second installment of our whirlwind tour through the Wu-Tang’s personal weed caddies, we will meet the men Method Man trusts to carry his shit.

Outside of his brothers in the Clan, the MC most closely associated with Meth is the Brick City phenom and fellow unrepentant weedhead, Redman. However, Reggie Noble is no man’s weed carrier; he has his own stable of Newark ne’er-do-wells to handle his stash for him. So who handles Meth’s? Early on in his career, Method Man had two cronies that could only have been his weed carriers. The first of these is Carlton Fisk, who made a couple of appearances on Meth’s solo debut, Tical.

Fisk is notable mainly for the weirdness of a New York MC using the name of a Boston Red Sox great as his rapper name. Unfortunately for his career as a Wu-affiliate and Method Man’s weed carrier, he was incarcerated shortly after Tical dropped and was out of the rap game for a decade. He picked right back up where he left off upon his release in 2004, although he didn’t start carrying Method Man’s stash again, instead catching on as a member of Inspectah Deck’s House Gang (yes, Deck has a vanity posse. I shit you not. I’ll be getting to them). Method Man didn’t need him anymore, as his other weed carrier had received what seems to be an exclusive lifetime appointment.

Streetlife, like Fisk, made his debut on Tical, although his ability to stay out of prison combined with his sometimes shockingly excellent flows and video game skills (Meth and Streetlife used to play SOCOM religiously, to the point where Streetlife actually wrote a song about it. Seriously. Click the link) to make him the far more successful MC. He rose to prominence as a member of the Wu’s highest echelon of weed carriers, grabbing coveted verses on not only every Method Man joint and several other Clan solo efforts and compilations, but every full Clan release since his debut. That’s pretty impressive, as Cappadonna is the only other MC outside of the core Clan that can claim that. The case can easily be made that Streetlife is the most important Wu weed caddy MC next to Cappadonna. He’s certainly been the only weed carrier Mr. Meth needed, as the two are basically joined at the hip. He is also incontrovertibly a true weed carrier. By all accounts a good dude, Meth’s continual loyalty to Streetlife speaks well of him, and Streetlife typically acquits himself well enough lyrically that his continued presence on Wu albums is not a bad thing. Well, except when they let him have the hook. That’s never a good idea. All in all though, a highly likeable weed carrier/BFF for a highly likeable MC.

"I’m tellin’ y’all man. When y’all get up in the mornin’ man,..."

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 01:11:22 -0400

“I’m tellin’ y’all man. When y’all get up in the mornin’ man, don’t just brush your teeth man scrub your tongue. Scrub that fuckin Halitosis off that fucking tongue of yours. Word up! This is real talk right here. Tony from New York. Scrub your tongue man, thats where all your bad breath, your little fuckin’ corroded bacteria be runnin around tap dancing on y’all fuckin’ tongue at night son. Word up. Dried up food nigga! Niggaz got that food tongue, wake up mouth smellin’ like shit son. Cuz it’s all in your mouth son. It’s growin on that shit. Nahmean. Scrub that shit son. Put some toothpaste on that shit, brush your teeth and scrub your tongue man. Scrub ya lips, all that shit man I don’t give a fuck. Stick the toothpaste toothbrush down your fuckin throat if you have to my nigga! Word up! Get that shit up off there. Thats not nice! Thats not a good look. Brush your fuckin’ teeth everyday cuz your mouth, y’all might not can’t smell it but y’all shit smelling like mad shit! Brush your fuckin’ teeth man, do it hard man. Brush them shits til your gums bleed my nigga! Do something man. Swallow a box of baking soda and peroxide! Mattafact this how you do it, brush your teeth, throw some listerine in there too at the same time man. Your shit gon be on fire but it work! Words of Wisdom from your man P. Tone! We in the building nigga. APOLLO KIDS!”

- Big Ghost, with a public service announcement on Twitter

Know Your Weed Carriers, Part One: Ghostface Killah

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 01:00:00 -0400

One of the notable things about the Clan and their various subsidiaries is that there is a clear division of labor in weed holding duties. Ghostface has his guys, Meth has his, and never the twain shall meet. This extends to guest spots on solo albums, too; the guys who show up on Ghost’s joints will only show up there, unless they’re lucky enough to snag a verse or two on one of the proper Wu-Tang albums (the highest honor for a Wu-minion).

In this, part one of a thrilling new series, we’ll meet the men who carry Ghostdeini’s shit.

Big Ghost has his own personal vanity posse of weed holders, the Theodore Unit. Made up of GFK’s protege Trife Da God, Shawn Wigs, Ghost’s son Sun God (who probably doesn’t actually carry Starks’ herb) and Wu weed carrier supreme Cappadonna (much more on him later), Theodore Unit has the distinction of actually being pretty good. Their album, 718 (named for Staten Island’s area code), is worth owning and not only because Ghost is on most of the tracks. Theodore Unit has also been around for a good while, debuting on the excellent Bulletproof Wallets in 2001 and surviving several lineup changes. Former members are Du-Lilz (who, along with Wigs, jumped over from the Wu-satellite Othorized F.A.M.), Kryme Life, T.W.I.Z. and Wu-stalwart Solomon Childs. Another interesting Theodore Unit fact: “Theodore” stands for “the open door,” as Ghost will supposedly let in any worthy MC (although that doesn’t explain the presence of all the MCs. …I’m looking at you, Du-Lilz). As befits a man of his caliber, Pretty Toney has high-quality weed carriers.

Prior to Bulletproof Wallets, it’s pretty easy to pinpoint who was holding Starks’ trees. Ghost’s first two (amazing) solo albums, Ironman and Supreme Clientele, were blessed with excellent guest stars, primarily bosom buddy Raekwon the Chef, and didn’t have a lot of verses left for weed carrier-level MCs. However, the ubiquitous Cappadonna shows up on both, as Rae and Ghost’s protege on Ironman and as a successful and established Wu-affiliate on Supreme Clientele. Rae and Ghost made that guy, you know he was carrying their shit for them, solo album and high-profile verses be damned. ‘Donna stayed loyal, too, as his current membership in Theodore Unit proves. He’s truly the gold standard of Wu-Tang weed carriers, and will be the subject of an extensive future post.

12 O’Clock is good. Here’s the proof.

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 22:35:31 -0400

12 O’Clock is good. Here’s the proof.

"You hear rap artists now talk about how their wrist is “frosty” or “frozen” and how “the bling-bling..."

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 22:32:58 -0400

““You hear rap artists now talk about how their wrist is “frosty” or “frozen” and how “the bling-bling will blind you.” Well, maybe it will. Maybe it already blinded you. Rocking too much bling can reveal a hole in a man, an emptiness he’s trying to fill with diamonds.””

- RZA

It’s Killarmy! These guys are better than you think....

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 22:26:12 -0400

It’s Killarmy! These guys are better than you think. Honest!

Because No One Demanded It

Wed, 27 Apr 2011 22:23:18 -0400

Much digital ink has been spilled on the Wu-Tang Clan over the years. You know the drill: they’re the most influential hip-hop group of all time, boasting the rap game’s best producer and multiple contenders for best MC. The massive influence and sheer excellence of the Clan can hardly be overstated. They were omnipresent in the mid-90’s, a cultural phenomenon that brought grimy New York hip-hop to the forefront of music, where even this geeky New England white boy got to experience the best the genre had to offer; a complete musical sea change. RZA, Ol’ Dirty, the Genius, Method Man, Raekwon and Big Ghost became household names, and the Wu-Tang symbol was everywhere.

This unprecedented level of success combined with the canny branding strategies of the RZA to found a hip-hop empire that expanded to ridiculous proportions. It was simply impossible for the core Wu members to produce enough material to satisfy their voracious audience, not without watering down the product, something the RZA, with full creative control, wouldn’t allow. Thus, to feed the public the disposable “W”-branded output they desired, the first Wu-affiliates started popping up.

A trickle that started with Wu-stalwarts like Killarmy and Sunz of Man turned into a flood, as various weed carriers, relatives, 2nd- and 3rd-string producers and hangers-on began churning out Wu-branded albums and guesting on the real Clan’s tracks. The Clan members founded their own vanity posses, with Ghost’s Theodore Unit being the most prominent (the Chef went through a couple; he must have strict standards when it comes to who gets to carry his shit).

This blog is about them, the Hell Razahs and Cilvaringz, the Bronze Nazareths and various Killa Beez. Why? I’m unsure at this point. There are a lot of them, and most of them suck pretty badly, I’m sorry to say. I’m setting myself the unenviable task of tracking down and listening to some really shitty albums and then trying to find something worthwhile to say about them. I’ve committed myself to listening to the entire oeuvre of Buddha Monk, for crying out loud. I may be ill. At the same time, there are some real gems in there that deserve a little more respect than to be tossed aside as a shitty Wu cash grab. I like Killah Priest. 12 O’Clock has a great flow. 4th Disciple, Mathematics and True Master made some really good beats, whether they were aping RZA’s sound or not.

There’s just something oddly charming about all the Wu also-rans and weed carriers, with their terrible album covers (all with some variation on the classic “W”), awkward rhymes and uninspired U-God guest verses. I’m a hopeless Wu-stan (big surprise, I know), and even I have no idea who a lot of these guys are. Just check the wikipedia page. Who the fuck is King Just? I haven’t the faintest, but I’ll be listening to his album all the same.

This is going to be interesting.