Homage and big SOs to Slash & Arn for keeping things right with music, nice looking scantily clad, all-purpose yards, and All Things Black & Gold. It's one of those dreary humid as hell days in the 412, bright grey sweat sky, fools are steady puddling out there. There's not much want-to on a day like this, mostly feel like lounging if you got the day off and not working too hard if you are on the clock right now. Chillax.
I took a jaunt earlier to the local for a sack of sundries etceteras, had the ear-goggles strapped on and the bass had depth and rhythm and it fit the aforementioned day in tone and smoothness. It was a sprig of fresh ice-bath mint atop the cloudy sweet grey sundae. Composed by a masked marvel, this cat was around for a long time. The 90s. Down with 3rd Bass. KMD. This is new-school. Without furthur ado. Ladies and Gentlemen 412 & Beyond. MF DOOM
Speaking of masks, best crane your ears toward rumblings of a vast up-cropping of Luchadore, they rise. And what happens next?
Masking Tape. Masking Your Play. Getting Unmasked.
Old School For Sure - This Track is Straight Aces Yinz
In Summary, Play It Loud