I wish the old 1994 Crustified Dibbs album Night Of The Bloody Apes could get released properly, fucking faggot labels that shelve albums and never release the rights.
Wherever the place is that makes me care about the standards of emceeing and having talent etc. It's gotta be either my balls or my brain, both areas hurt when I hear idiots salivating over pure wackness.
I didn't even realise that Project Pat recorded an album in 2015 that was supposed to be a sequel to his year 2000 album Mista Don't Play: Everythangs Workin (which rules) and it's pretty fucking good!