Just a quick one

Funny thing: All this time, I used to think it went

“Skied up/Weaved the fuck up
Smokin’ your weed up
With two crack fiends buggin’
Huggin’ your seed up…”

But I was wrong. Listened to Only Built for Cuban Links again recently and it goes

“Skied up/Weaved the fuck up
To top it off, looked beat up
With two crack fiends
Huggin’ your seed up…”

I like mine more, actually. Lately I think about Paris Hilton when I rap that verse to myself – after I read something about one of her weaves, I can’t help but imagine her at like Fred Durst’s house all skied up, and of course weaved the fuck up, and also smoking his weed up…

On a related, Wu-type note, I’m STILL pissed that I didn’t download Ironman to the ipod before I headed over here. I mean, it’s not the greatest Ghostface record in the world, but that “Iron Maiden” track is hot. H-O-T. And “Daytona 500” kills it too. Hot verse from Rae on that one, though Rae’s verse on OutKast’s “Skew it on the Bar-B” is fucking amazing. I remember I played that for R one night in his basement and he needed to hear that shit again. That was back when a lot of people were still sleeping on OutKast. Then came “Ms. Jackson” and before you know it I’m surrounded by nothing but B&T dorks in the Theatre at Madison Square Garden. Believe me, that was a long way from the Miami Arena shows in ’88. Of course, it’s all relative – all you have to do is hit an MOP show and you’re right back in it. Sort of. I mean, you’re still at BB King’s, which is like right next to the Sanrio store. Not…quite…hardcore.

Continuing with the stream of consciousness vibe: I’m so happy for OutKast. So, so happy. I know I’m way too emotional about hip hop music, and this is a ridiculous thing for me to say about two hugely successful dudes he’s never met, but I’m just so proud of them, you know? I remember looking at the CD inlay on their first album a couple years ago, checking out that photo of them in their sports gear and denim, all young and shit, with that white wall in the background…and I just kind of thought about how far they’ve come and I welled up a little. Fo sho. Some cats…you’re just so happy for them, you know? I mean, I guess they could be total dicks, and I’m sure the magazine interviews and albums and MTV Cribs sessions don’t tell the whole story, but a guy who puts a huge fishtank in his garage (does he even have that house anymore? I think he moved somewhere else cuz he needed more space for his cars or his dogs or some shit) and says that he likes to just go out there and smoke and watch the fish…I mean, that’s my kind of guy. Not so much the mini-club in the basement with the stripper pole, but the fishtank in the garage…that’s my steez right there.

Ok, later.
Chucky