LH: I know you’ve thought about this song so many times that if I were to estimate how many times you’ve thought about it I’d have to make up a number just for it to sound close, but I think I might have an ill tidbit that adds to its legacy. I’ve written a bunch of ill papers on socrates. and one of them was about this dialogue called ‘phaedo’ which is the story of his execution, where he was forced to drink poison and kicked it with his people before he died to reflect a bit. and he does a lot of talking, including a toast at the end before he drinks his hemlock, and after all of my hardcore analysis of what he’s saying, I wrote a sick-nasty paper about how it all basically boiled down to “this next drink is a toast to your memory, when I go how many n*ggaz gon’ remember me?” I didn’t use that in the paper because I didn’t really know the line when I wrote it. I’m just saying meth’s line gets the gist of my interpretation of one of plato’s socratic dialogues. great minds, yo. how is this song so sick on so many levels? I drop knowledge cuz it’s fucking heavy.
CH: This should be a post.
…the next day…
LH: I think the Socrates email makes me look like a dick
CH: In what way
LH: I don’t back up anything I’m saying. Like without the explanation I could just be spewing bull shit. But the shit that backs it up is like analyzing quotes from the text and shit and that’s not interesting in this context. It would have to be presented like Socrates in phaedo is a lot like meth’s line from as high as wu tang gets. It’d have to be bettr than that. I don’t know I just think the email is kind of pretentious.
CH: I think ur a dick-its fuckin awesome-post it