What crazy times the nineties were, what with Hammer pants, Sonic The Hedgehog, and denim shirts on lock. It was a time of fresh-faced innocence, when you could still get away with shooting a rap video for $25 and no one could complain unless they took the trouble to write an angry letter to Rap Sheet. It was also a time where I blew a lot of my pocket money on shitty rap tapes thanks to every two-bit record label on earth trying to get a piece of the ever expanding rap pie that was beginning to dominate the charts. Here are some of the worst examples that I may or may not have been suckered into buying.
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