From the Editor’s Desk

Wurt.

Wurt up that is

It be the Curt.

C-to-the-U to the R.T.I.S.! From London to Action Park.

I’ve always been a big fan of the Hip-hop community. “A lickey boom-boom down!”

Just call me MC Urtis masta’ of the Wurtiss.

People have always asked me, “C-Dog, why aren’t you on the cover of GQ?”

It is simple slick. That shit is EUROPEE-IN and I like my bread buttered on one side. None of that fashion bug crap for me.

I like rap like this — straight from Ewing.

With Rhythm and Rhyme,
Papa Curt