Beer And Rap

goddamn I remember when i first came across wutang. Fucking digging around the bins at Montgomery Ward and I came across the Wu Tang Ain’t Nothing To Fuck Wit cassingle. I had only read about this mythical crew of 9 mc’s in rap magazines and they seemed more like a fable than a reality to a 13 year old kid in Phoenix Arizona. From random sidebars in mags my impression was that this power house of ny rappers were going to take over, all these east coast journalist were just on their fucking nuts and at the time if it was in a magazine then the rap gods have proclaimed it to be law.

To actually be holding that tape was a moment of awe, the rap gods had blessed me on that morning, I copped that shit and ran the fuck out of Christown mall. Rode my diamondback home as fast as I could. I had to listen to this shit, after all the rap gods had proclaimed to the realest.

I get hit with this thunder, a dusty loop, and this guy chanting wutang clan aint nuthing to fuck wit. I mean you have no idea how awesome that was to me, worried my mom would hear it but yet jumping around in my room already signed up for the wutang army via my love affair with profanity and chants. Then I realize there is absolutely no fucking bass and my heart drops a little but I quickly forget about that when I am reminded to bring the motherfucking ruckus.

My mind was fucking blown.

I had never heard anything like this, it was amazing and changed my life. I mean who were these guys, I didn’t know shit but sidebar hype. It was something completely new and different, NO ONE sounded like this. It was the rawest, most unpolished, pure barrage of dirty rhymes and styles. Compared to everything else on late night radio shows, the box, whatever was feeding my rap addiction at the time this shit was from fucking outspace.

I didn’t even know how to explain it. On monday I tried to tell my friend about the greatest rap group in the world and his response was “I don’t want to listen to some chinese rappers.” I was so mad, I mean to me that was straight blasphemy against the ways of the rap gods that sat in a pile of source magazines in the corner of my room. I said fuck you just wait, you’ll be asking me for this shit later when you’re dumbass gets on the dick.

Sure enough a year later the same motherfuckers come around asking for a dub. Hell I had one friend who got the album from his stupid bmg supscription service and mailed it back. WHAT KIND OF DUMBFUCK SENDS BACK 36 CHAMBERS! I didn’t talk to him for a month. A year later he fucking asks to borrow the cd, fucking poser.