Man, hard to figure out how this finished as low as #61 when this was a tape I fiended for, looking for at the record store like every Tuesday and Friday on shipments of new shit days for two weeks, and it always being sold out. No shit. I finally gave up on the urban store and went to the college-kid store, Plan 9, and back then they had all their rap tapes locked up in a case, whereas every other tape was out in the open. So they had one copy and I had to go ask the chumpy eastern European looking fucker at the counter to unlock it and get out the Black Moon tape and it sucked, and then I rode my crappy 10-speed bike back to my crappy apartment with my crappy girlfriend and listened to the tape I had been fiending for ever since seeing the video for "How Many Emcees". And the shit more than lived up to the hype. This is still such a bonafide classic that the Boot Camp Clique, which hasn't really done much of anything worth a shit for a looooong time, still gets props in backpacker-ish magazines like Elemental and Mass Appeal, long after they still deserve them. Such a great great record, and the perfect blossom of lyricism amidst the grime of that time. Nothing seems grimy anymore, and there's not enough blossoms. And what the fuck was up with the 5 Ft. Accelerator? That's got to be the greatest rap name ever.
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This record is exactly why I hate this new BCK shit. As much as I love 9th Wonder, putting his mellow beats with Buckshots gravely voice just doesn't sound right. It seems like the Justus League camp are big BCK fans and once they got a little shine, they dug them up and did 2005 backpacker beats to all of the artists.
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