i typed out at least 5 terrible things to blast this weak shit, but the best is simple: HEY! i rock 2 turntables, cam my shit and then run a track off CD MP3.... oh and lets wear NY hats and mention the south.
weve got Danny Byrd beats here, with feigned jamaican accents and some random white blowtard RUNNING GAME on the whole genre rapping complete meaningless nonsense.
so thankful for the working class punk.