By the way, the greatest release from any Wu related M.C. this year-ish is the somehow slept on immortal masterpiece that is The Psychic World Of Walter Reed by Killah Priest. Twelve Reasons To Die by Ghostface is also supreme. A Better Tomorrow, after one listen, is something that can't be digested in one listen. …

U-God put out a track that smashes all your shit, this year even!
Keynote Speaker. U-God has always been a brilliant lyricist and highly
melodic rapper. His style mixes literal and ethereal perhaps better
than any other Clan member. All U-God hate is bullshit. It's like one
idiot said it a long time ago and it's…

Good bait and switch, ehhhhhhhh?

So they were mad because SS accurately summed up the scenario in a few, terse words?

With women.

I fantasize about making sex!

Yes, for shoes, but what's with all the capital letters friend?

Ever sniffed cocaine off an erect penis?

To me it's about understanding the maddening emotional nature and inherent madness of an individual's relationship with society at large. But, tomato potato old sport.

It's depressing that such an amazing article about interesting people has so few comments, while that damn thread about the new fucking Star Wars trailer probably has several million.

Eat some acid, drink a six pack of Stone Brewery Arrogant Bastard, and while you're coming down from that cook good sausages on a grill for all your neighbors while a blunt of kush is hanging from your lips. That should cure what ails you my friend.

The thing about the gays is that they're like Jell-O Pudding Pops. You drug them and put them in your mouth while wearing an argyle sweater and acting morally superior.

Summertime Jesus School For Big Breasted Girls.

AWESOME SHOW! GOOD JOB!

Yo, I kneeeeeeeeeew Cosby be tappin' them bitches bro. Always talking 'bout how I talk ain't right and shit. Chump ass motherfuckers always be tellin' you to watch your mouth and shit. Watch the heart, the mind. What comes out.

Maura Tierney, I always wanted to motorboat your boobies. I'm sorry. For that savage post.

His name was Robert Paulson.

FIlthy! You are all! Come be back at my place?

This was a fantastic filthy little film.

I love you man.