Hip Hop From Tortured Artists, Not Created by Masterbating Regurgatators who wear their seatbelts and religiously use condoms while disappointing their (mostly) opposite sex "partners" and then reach even more religiously into their pockets. Easy come, Easy Go.
We mad there ain't hip hop to save anymore...but there still's a little bit of ink left in the wells to use up before we officially move on. (like we haven't...like you haven't....But, can you believe that ThEY HAVEN't! EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT IT YET??!!!)