Midwestgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik and I have an unique history. To me it is, at least.
Perhaps the first “real” piece I published at TSS was chopping it up with Freddie about the tape as he broke down the thought process behind each song. Both Gibbs and myself were fighting just to be heard in our different worlds where the reality was it was a billion other people attempting to do the same exact thing we were. Four years later, the grind continues albeit with a tad more respect.
On a late night drive home a party at D.C.’s Howard Theater last weekend, I was reminded just how potent the now-classic tape was, in particular the ode to Pimp C, “Iodine Poison.”
I want more like this!
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