Remember when listening to Eminem made you rush to the nearest mirror and rap about killing your wife and blowing yourself? Do you recall 'chiefing danks' and telling your boy how secretly ill Mos Def was, and how in-to conscious rap you were? Or how about never really giving a shit about Black Thought? Speaking of B-thought, your from Philly son. The Philthy. Aka, the pisspoor city I hype over NY solely because my job has me stuck here. And you have the nerve to rock a Yankee fitted?
The nerve of this guy.
Anywhoo, this one will really bring you back.
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