They said he wouldn't make it. Buck 65 was a sick baby. Now look: the geezer's got grey hair. He's got drift wood art in his yard. Sometimes he comes out on Sunday's. Maybe you've seen him at the flea market. He pushes around a custom shopping cart, buys the records no one else wants and bags of fudge.

They tell stories about him. The rumors are numerous. Something about the Yankees. They say he was on Sesame Street once. Did you hear the one about him and Sonic Youth? What's all this about living in a tree? Ask him now and he'll say all of it's horse feathers.