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Saturday, July 22, 2006

it was 20 years ago today ...

ok, not quite the beatles, but an ass-rawking little historical document nonetheless. it's nearly impossible to believe it's been two decades since i was a wee bemulleted SoCal thrasher, worshipping at the altar of Slash's thundersome hair (and chops).

and as long as we're doing our part for the preservation of music history, here's Method Man describing how he crafts his rhymes. this is a rare peek inside the sausage factory of hip-hop poesy, friends, courtesy of the occasionally-fine Village Voice. TICAL!

I be in that studio racking my brains to make two words rhyme together as well as say some shit in between those two words that make sense. And then, on top of that, transition between those two words to forming words into a sentence that has something to do with what I just fucking said. You know how much work go into that shit? And then to be understood over all that? You know how much work it take to do all that shit?

put that in your blunt and smoke it, haters. shit is hard.


Blogger Teri said...


how are these people wealthy and famous and they can't even speak English or in coherent sentences?

7/22/2006 2:05 PM  
Blogger mr. nice guy said...

oy. if you want a quick crash course in how "these people" are famous and rich, i encourage you to pick up a copy of wu-tang's "36 chambers" and of meth's 1994 solo debut "tical." your ears will thank you for exposing them to his incoherence.

7/22/2006 2:28 PM  
Anonymous kate in salt lake said...

i feel as if method man just perfectly explained what it's like to study for the Bar Exam. No joke.

7/23/2006 1:03 AM  
Anonymous Matthew Miller said...

Teri -- probably becauase they're not speaking to you.

Kate -- they make you rhyme stuff on the bar exam? That explains a lot.

7/24/2006 8:11 AM  
Blogger Dutch said...

teri: because when a member of the nation of gods and earths gains knowledge of self, C.R.E.A.M. follows. and blunts. lots and lots of blunts. and shorties. and forties. and blunts.

7/26/2006 1:23 PM  
Blogger mr. nice guy said...

dutch and mm: i couldn't have put it better. let me just add ...

You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I dont eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit that's the jam

7/26/2006 2:49 PM  

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