Saturday, March 28, 2009

Wicky Wicky Wah Wicky Wah

Hold up! Uhhh. Ghostface Uh Uh.

I had an epiphany one night while under the influence of deep considering agents. Ghostface is probably the greatest monicker a man could ever coin. Like Ghostface. Ghost face. Ghostface. Consider that. And then he adds Killah. Ghostface Killah. Extreme genius. Although some of his newer stuff is pretty lameo - songs about his Momma and collaborations with some pretty limp wristed R&B douchebags, he's still pretty dreamy. Tony Starks I salute thee.

One of my uncles is the Ghostface Spillah. He spilt some soft drink on the floor at a cousin's engagement party, looked down, and then stood in front of it like nothing happened.Like a ghost did it. A move that was as calculated and raw, rugged and raw, as Shaolin's finest. Well not really. But if Wu Tang was made up of wooly haired finance managers he might be in it. Well not really. My girlfriend saw this and told me about it.

Chemical warfare,chemical warfare,chemical warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.

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