Fast Money.

I’ve been meaning to do something on Brooklyn rapper Che Grand for a while now. I discovered his music sometime in 2008 on the now dreaded MySpace. At first I just listened to a few track on his page, then I downloaded his mixtape Breakfast at Wimbledon some months later.

I’m somewhat of a bimbo when it comes to mixtapes. It has to appeal to me visually. The cover art. The titles of the tracks. The font. Breakfast at Wimbledon passed my superficial test with flying colors. Soon, I even had a favorite tune. “Usain Bolt Rap Shit”, blink and you’ll miss it.


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