It’s gnarly, cold, wet weather in Toronto today so I’m staying inside getting familiar with things that make me feel warm. Remember when the Diplomats were a hemi engine of coke rap spitting swag? I sure as fuck do. This was long before Jim Jones was dressing like a gay Italian biker and starting inner city youth programs disguised as pro rollerblading teams. This was right around the time that Big Tigg was holding down the basement and keeping BET worth watching. Ahhh nostalgia.

- Dr. No