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ok, not quite the beatles, but an ass-rawking little historical document nonetheless.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!
put that in your blunt and smoke it, haters. shit is hard.
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?