Déjà Wu
“Form another pyramid, look how we slid/All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic/On a twenty-dollar bill all in it together/You can’t fuck with this stormy weather, yaknahmean?” Indeed we do, Mr. Cappadonna, indeed we do. And similarly, when your Wu-Tang Clan protégé Masta Killa tells us that “It’s Brooklawn day, Pinkhouse…