The second installment of my superfun blast-from-da-past nostaliga trip (cuz tripping is the only thing i seem to be capable of these days, crumb crumblers) focuses on my loving and high-minded ode to, and equally passionate lamentation for, Ice Cube's brilliant early career and its subsequent demise. It's a little heavy-handed, a little pretentious, and a lot kick-ass. Read it and weep, despite the typos, how was I ever this articulate? Must've been before spliff number 1000 put me over the edge...
http://www.rapreviews.com/archive/BTTL_deathcertificate.html
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