One of the all-time greatest ad-libs on a hip hop track is Ghost saying “word up mommy, I love you” at the end of this song. That shit always kills me. I love, when talking to unsuspecting bougie crowds at one of my haiku slams, to say, “I think the greatest living American poet is Dennis Coles. Have any of you seen Dennis Coles’ work?” And mostly people will be like, “wtf?” for a second and I’ll go, “He publishes poetry under the pseudonym Ghostface Killah,” and then they laugh, because they think I’m joking, BUT I’M NOT FUCKING JOKING GODDAMMIT.
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