The cheap wine, jungle juice, and shots of Burnettes didn't sit too well with you. As you stumble back to your house, you stare at the ceiling and the brain cues the merry go round. The grandaddy of regret sinks in as you slowly drift away into a drunken slumber. Upon waking, you find a buffet of twenty old and new cuts of hangover hip hop to cure that buzzing headache, that pounding in your temporal lobe, and you utter those magic words, "I'm never drinking again."
MCA, Rap in Peace.