Reks earned a commendable 3 Cigs for his Rhythm Eternal King Supreme project, but he’s taking his affliction with cancer sticks to dangerously high tar levels with ½ of the mighty Mash Out Posse. All tenured smokers have a love/hate relationship with their beloved nerve-calmer and the instigator by the name of nicotine always seems to persuade them to roll with the former.
Lungs, who needs ‘em? Reks has enough verses in his windpipe to compensate for lack of oxygen. Actually, when you really think about it, Rhythm Eternal King Supreme sounds like the perfect cigarette name. They could make a killing in those little pull machines you find in bowling alley bars. In the meantime, cop his Boston brand of tobacco on iTunes now.