I once lived in a bonafide trailer park, next to a tobacco farm, and my roommate was a college kid who was starting middle linebacker at the local Division III private college, and we would get drunk and mack chicks and he liked Private Stock and I liked Olde English, and his favorite tape of mine to play way the fuck too much was Big Thangs by Ant Banks. It made me love this tape - one of the earlier producer's tapes I came across in my music travels, where one producer makes a bunch of tracks and has like five thousand emcees do guest spots. Ant Banks is a very unheralded super-producer, having been the backbone to the Too Short sound for a good chunk of Short's later career. And plus he spells his name on the tape in the same font of dollar bill words. God Bless a motherfuckin' Ant Banks, and if whatever God might be real ain't down with him, then fuck God. He must not appreciate the finer qualities of an 808 kick.
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