Like so many anti-social punks that have come before him--from Iggy to Ice Cube--New Orleans hustler Percy Miller had a dream: to invent the ugliest music imaginable. Christening himself Master P, he planned to devise a virulent, no-budget strain of bargain-basement hip hop that finally granted detractors the grunting, slobbering, crotch-grabbing sociopaths and the tinny, drum-machine drone they'd been vilifying in absentia... More >>>