Journeyed up to NYC this weekend to watch my beloved Pats lose to the Jets thanks to some fucking ridiculously obscure (and retarded) special teams penalty. The fact that New England stinks this year doesn't help but come the fuck on. Regardless, tromping around the city I caught a few "YGz" tags across the boroughs and felt like revisiting the one and only "specially priced EP" from Mount Vernon's hip-hop namesake. Their sole 1993 release is pretty typical of its time: heavily-sampled Tommy Boy beats under extensive bravado. Produced by Pete Rock so it sounds like a lot of the other shit floating around but still not without its charm.
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