FOUR OF US MADE THE PAPERS AIN’T NONE OF US SEEN THE GRAVE YET…

We'll get back to the old Bay Area content in-a-minute, but right now I gotta take a station break to shine light on a raw talent from the Bronx.

Bounce yer fists together and then cross your arms up. BX all day. Money Boss don’t play. I don’t know how old this is, but I can’t stop bumpin’ it. When Cheeba points out his drinkin’ buddy I crack up. Just had to give it some shine, shit is too dope, right down to the handmade khaki posse shirt. Ill! This is my current definition of great rapping, look no further.

For this next joint, just jet to the 2:40 mark and peep E.C.'s verse, not that the stuff that comes before it isn't dope, but these two performances by this almost totally overlooked emcee really beg the question: Why isn't a dude with this much skills and personality getting more recognition? Eddie Cheeba from Money Boss for president, I don't give a fuck. And for the record: Drinkin' Hen in the street outta see-thru plastic cups is the shit.