Mos Def tucked the rock singing under his helmet, snorted some rap juice through a Krazy straw, traded in his cardigan for a Mario Lemeiux throwback, and hit the ice running. That is to say, he pounded a gallon of cranberry juice and pi$$ed all over the rap game, his eyes aglitter with the searchlights of a thousand distant lyricists. In other words, he finally got Slick Rick on a track!

Tim (SF)