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They're making a Lo-Lifes documentary. A Lo-Lifes documentary.

Summer of 1999, I played Thirstin Howl III's Skillionaire relentlessly. His entire rap crew consists of flunkies and embarassments, yet he's insane. Check out the first and fourth verses of "Bury Me With The Lo On": Thirstin's leadoff verse is nimble and witty ("I don't care if I'm buried in a cardboard box/in a vacant lot/or under a pile of rocks/ Bury me with the 'Lo on") and Big Boo does the third, memorialized in my headline, delivers a classic of incompetence so pristine I wonder if he ever went on to work for the Coalition Provisional Authority. 

 

So the Lo Lifes are the crime crew; their alter-egos as rappers are the Spit Squad. Thirstin Howl III becomes Slobber Ranks. Master Fool becomes Iceberg Phlegm. The only true genius alter ego belongs to Knowledge B Born who re-christens himself Ernest Phlegmingway. 

 

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So the Lo Lifes are the crime crew; their alter-egos as rappers are the Spit Squad. Thirstin Howl III becomes Slobber Ranks. Master Fool becomes Iceberg Phlegm. The only true genius alter ego belongs to Knowledge B Born who re-christens himself Ernest Phlegmingway.

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