This song is like the NFL putting an NFL All-Stars video starring Ian Gold, T.J. Duckett, and Kyle Boller. The Wu All-Stars was a great way to make you think the shitty Wu-Tang b-team was something more than the shitty Wu-Tang b-team. And to make it more retarded, all they did in this song was rap about playing basketball. So you have Dreddy Kruger saying "time out, god, peace, god," and Shyheim the Rugged Child rhyming about doing suicide drills making his calf muscles more muscular. Still, I used to play this instrumental like wild, mostly because I was brainwashed and me and this black dude would sit around in my trailer getting high and freestyle all the time to Wu-Tang instrumentals I had on vinyl while playing college football on the Sega Genesis I traded some weed for. It was all great fun, until we could hear the dude in the next trailer beating the shit out of his wife. She was cute too, so long as she wasn't all bruised up.
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That was the funny thing about all the Wu offshoot stuff, was 95% of the time, they had good to great beats. I think I have a Wu Gambino's CD around somewhere that I may test that theory on.
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