Nonetheless, I was devastated this week when one Clipse rhyme turned out to be not half as imaginative as I’d built it up to be. One of their rhymes started off something like “just waking up in the mondrian”. Amazing, I thought, this line which subtitutes the almost-soundalike “mondrian” for “morning”, thus giving this vivid feel of the primary colouredness of a really bright, burningly intense morning sun.
Turns out The Mondrian is a hotel. Indeed, the late Pimp C of UKG was actually found dead there.