Ya heard me. The Grand-Master of Disaster. The Chi-Town rider, the Test provider.
Seems like some fools have been up in here talkin’ shit on “Test” in another thread. Huh. Talkin’ loud, and sayin’ NOTHIN.
Well, check me out now. Let’s do it this way: let me prove to the haters that K-Lite passed the test to be the best. That he INVENTED rap-metal, and Limp Bizkit owe him their firstborn.
Anything y’all want to ask K-Lite about Ministry, now is the place and the time. Keep shit civilized, and I might even treat you to the World-Famous K-Lite Freestylin’. Peace.
Does that mean Rage Against The Machine, Onyx, Biohazard, Anthrax and Public Enemy all owe you (or Al) their first borns as well?
K-Lite is the teacher, Al was the preacher, and the rest of these sucker MCs…hah, they all just ridin on the fumes of K-Lite’s immaculate Street Knowledge.
I checked my post and can’t believe what I wrote, I meant to say the LYRICS and VOCALS were the strong point. Ugh, sorry about that.
We all make mistakes, son, but K-Lite don’t stress. 'Sall good.
Could you shed a little light on your work with the super-band Primitive Race?
Yeah Primitive Race was all hollerin’ at K-Lite tryin to get him to spit on a couple tracks. But the Test-master dont work for that chump change. No love for Primitive Race; motherfuckers was gonna make me wear a bag on my face! I don’t THINK SO.
So I just told em that the K to the L to the I-T-E is like the Chicago wind…left their asses blowin’ in the BREEZE.
Yeah Primitive Race was all hollerin’ at K-Lite tryin to get him to spit on a couple tracks. But the Test-master dont work for that chump change. No love for Primitive Race; motherfuckers was gonna make me wear a bag on my face! I don’t THINK SO.
So I just told em that the K to the L to the I-T-E is like the Chicago wind…left their asses blowin’ in the BREEZE.
Jeah, K-Lite! Don’t take that shiz from some bag wearin’ sucka pants wearin’ bustas!
I believe you said it best…be your own person.
Thanks again, K-Lite. I’ll beg Al to bring you own board for the tour if I get a chance to talk to him at his lil’ picture show this coming Saturday. The crowd will lose their shit when “YO! THIS IS A TEST!” comes blaring through the speakers.
How did you attain the title “Grand Wizard”? Did your leadership position in the Ku Klux Klan ever conflict with your hip-hop career? Or was it part of the “being one’s own person” deal?
Hah! K-Lite loves it when critics try to fade this unstoppable legacy.
Like what the fuck they ever done? Listened to a lot of records? Last time K-Lite had time to stop his hustle just to listen to some records, well…uh…lemme think…oh yeah, NEVER.
But damn, I’ma take some time out now to write some shit for the ‘Onion,’ too. You can call my article “24 Problems for a Punk Ass Critic.” or maybe “24 Shots To The Dome”.
How did you attain the title “Grand Wizard”? Did your leadership position in the Ku Klux Klan ever conflict with your hip-hop career? Or was it part of the “being one’s own person” deal?
Aw, you killin me now. You a funny dude.
But, f’real, lemme break it down like this. Way back in the day, in K-Lite’s Intro to Sociology class at Columbia College Chicago, a wise professor taught him about the power of re-appropriation and de-contextualization. Taking symbols and signifiers and shit and neutralizing their power by applying them to new sociopolitical contexts.
So to all those who was down from day one, and appreciate just how much K-Lite flipped the script on the communication of this generation - you’re welcome.
But damn, I’ma take some time out now to write some shit for the ‘Onion,’ too. You can call my article “24 Problems for a Punk Ass Critic.” or maybe “24 Shots To The Dome”.
Given that Erie Load is a 600 lb blob of sickness, would an encounter between K-LITE and Erie Loch cause the Universe to collapse on itself because of the unsolvable mathematic equational bullshit and whatnot?
If none of that makes sense because I’m drunk feel free to instead just take some really bad taste cheap shots at those assholes Erie Load and Chris whats-his-name (the gimpy dickhead) from Primitive Race.
Also (if you are black), since you are only one of two black people that Al has ever met, which one of you soul brothas is more black . . . . Duane Buford, or you.
