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(Churchy) Single of the Week: "I Love You," Von Won
Wire To Wire
Hat tip to Lil' O and all of those that showed up for his "Put On for Your City" food drive. No word on whether or not he pepper-sprayed the food and had it lookin' all spicy. And we know th
Truth be told, we envy N.A.S.A.'s bumptuous production acumen almost as much as we envy principal astronauts Squeak E. Clean and DJ Zegon the depths of their Rolodexes - even if, somehow, they couldn't rope Lil Wayne into their genre-mashup free-for-all.
Seriously - as you'll see below - N.A.S.A.'s debut, The Spirit of Apollo, is on some profoundly next-level Judgment Night-soundtrack shit. It's not all amazing, of course, which is why it's the subject of Rocks Off's inaugural "The Distille
Chicks, man. Can't live with them, can't play music that objectifies them while in the car on the first date. What's up with that? You play one song with the queen mother c-word in it and she leaves the car before we get our complimentary paper crowns.
We compiled a list of songs guaranteed to offend the lady in your life, especially if she's a prude or, ya know, has a degree in something or other. We never asked what it was in because right before we were going to, the DJ started playing "Warm