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