Cold be walkin with a bop and my hat turned back.

The original mix from the slang-spitter.

[Photo Via: Gruesome Twosome]

Then I rose, wiping a blunt’s ash from my clothes, then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose.

Lyrical masterpiece.

Still Illmatic.

Thanks to Nas for beating Primo on this one.

Yanks Jays.

No frills, just banter.

Ivan Nova, the World is Yours.

[Picture by Bags]