Ah my candy rap, ah my suger gum dance, ah my cotton candy synths. How I miss your sweet ear licks, your catchy beats, your bizare vocals, your colorful samples, your tri-flavored percussion tracks. Your sweet puppet hands must again graze the laptops of tommorrow and you must lead people again to the suger coated hip-hop heaven that is the ice cream truck of OCDJ. How I miss you, how I wish to lick your album coating and know that I will surely dance before the day is done. Might you come back from your trip-trip to again braze the musical shores and give us all the dancing that one man can take? Might you take on a new age of rappers and remove their dark center and fill it with your sweet, cream filling?