By shelz.
Thirteen years ago today, the FDA approved the use of Viagra for treatment of male impotence. It was the first (but certainly not the last) drug approved to fight the scourge of the perpetually limp willie and I’m sure couples everywhere celebrated with a round of deferred nookie.
All it really does is regulate blood flow to a man’s… umm… special place, but it changed the face of sexuality. (How many times have you seen folks old enough to be your grandparents giving each other “that look” in the Viagra commercials?) Sex was all of sudden something anyone could enjoy; 18-80, blind, cripple and crazy.
So in honor of that little blue pill that brings so much joy to so many (except the unlucky few who actually do end up with an erection that lasts more than four hours,) Planet Ill has decided to make a list of our favorite rappers, the hard ones. Enjoy.
Freddy Foxxx
He says his knuckles are bumpy, no doubt from hurling them at a face or two over the years. He’s worked with your favorite producer and dissed your favorite rapper. Some never bothered to respond. Take a look at him when you have a chance. Would you?
Freddie Foxxx – 81 Bars Of Murder
Maybe not now, but years ago in a land far far away Ice Cube was the leader of a ferocious pack that had no issue tossing their middle fingers up at the fuzz, dissing your mother and insulting your crew. You couldn’t argue because if you did, Cube would squeeze a trigger and your body would be hauled off.
He was a bouncer turned rapper who struck fear in the average Joe’s heart. He was cock diesel and tatted up with a mouth full of golds and when The Desolate One told the DJ to “Put That Record Back On,” I’m sure the DJ complied.
It’s probably because of Billy Danze that I have absolutely no desire to visit Brownsville. It may be a nice place, but that’s not how he sells it. Danze is known for his no holds barred delivery full of lyrics about hitting you over the head, taking your shit and leaving you in the gutter bleeding. Thanks, but no thanks.
Instead of barking through his lyrics, Scarface growled. He didn’t drown you in negative energy. His brand of hard percolated slowly as he weaved menacing narratives about dead ends and psychotic behavior. He may love his block, but plenty of folks steer clear.
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