I have been recently reintroduced to the first tape that made me fall in love with
hip hop. Yes, I did say tape. It was in grade school when I started listening to Cypress Hill. They sounded like their style was east coast but they were really from California.
I remember going on a 6th grade field trip and my friend at the time named
Jay Ong borrowed the tape during the bus ride and telling me that he had mysteriously lost it. How can you lose a tape in a bus on a 45 minute ride??! I could never prove that he
stole the tape from me.
The relationship was
never the same again.
The past is the past and now I am continuously listening to my childhood music bumped hard in the Montero!
Thank you Drunken Joe.
-Cinista.
1 comment:
black sunday is a must in every tattoo shop i know. one fresh album for sure.
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