Cuz Queens is the county, Jamaica is the place!
J/K it’s Flushing and Forest Hills, respectively, for Simon and Garfunkel. Regardless, though: to my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life.
Usually if I wanna hear some badass follically-blessed Jewish kids from Queens singing pretty melodies I’ll put on my beloved Shangri-Las and crawl deep inside Shadow Morton’s echo chamber.
Sometimes I feel like letting in a couple Irish kids, though, and that’s when I go to the Ramones. They continue to have me stuck off the realness after all these years.
Thanks to Bronson I now know the names of SO MANY pro wrestlers. Someday we’ll hang at a bar & watch various televised sporting competitions just so I can hear what he does with the names Gosder Cherilus, Vontaze Burfict, Zaza Pachulia, & Bishop Sankey in future verses. I’ll drink too much & get loose & ask him what in the God’s green fuck possessed him to give Wizdom Khalifa a feature. Bron’ll get mad & tell me never ever to question his hustle. But then I’ll smile & say, “How great is Kool G Rap, though?” and we’ll hug & he’ll scurry off to make me a frittata napoletana. Also he’ll do a song with Kool Keith cuz I said so.