Friday, September 5, 2008


GZA's new LP Pro Tools was released recently to a clamoring nation of pen pimps such as yours truly. From what I've heard this album follows the trajectory of unwavering illness that is the Wu Tang/Genius/Gza/Gary Grice/Maximillion catalog. Gza is the type of shit you listen to when you want to zone out and blow a phat dak - perhaps play a game of chess with one of your crew. I'm not in the physical condition (fractured ulna) to be rambling on and on about the virtues of Gza, so for brevity's sake I'm just going to lace you with some new Gza junts. You make the call.

Just a few to wet your pallets. "Stop sipping on that formula 50"
Gza-Paper Plates

1 comment:

rebecca said...

O Sailor, Come Ashore

(Part I)

O sailor, come ashore

What have you brought for me?

Red coral , white coral,

Coral from the sea.

(Part II)

I did not dig it from the ground ,

Nor pluck it from a tree;

Feeble insects made it

In the stormy sea.

~by buy rs gold