There was this hole. A wide, gaping,obvious hole that no one had the balls to fill. So I took a shovel, called mpc, and my arms, called Jaguar, and my little ol' twisted brain, and I filled that hole with everything i thought was missing in modern music. Had to have anger, but not misdirected fratboy, numetal, faux, anger. No,this anger had to come from the very real treacherous ass times we find ourselves living in. Had to have that glorious dome-splitting beat. Had to have guitars that scrape your cerebellum like rusty wires. And of course, had to have vocals that could flow and bash at the same time. Mix it around in a climate in which it seems suicidal to do any of the above, and voila! Punk Hip-Hop was born.