Over the Fourth of July, America's quintessential band said farewell. We spent those days embedded with Deadheads, exploring our dreams and doing acid. This is what happened.
The Bronx's weirdest rapper speaks on his tutelage under Kool Keith, his album-length Bill O'Reilly diss, and his on-again, off-again beef with Troy Ave.
The poems were unearthed by his first manager, Leila Steinberg.
He wasn't very nice.