The implication being, of course, that the Genius has in fact seen the "logo, a monument in hip-hop, carved in a landscape of broken rocks", or rather, drawn painfully with a tiny needle on the faces of a delightful subset of his fans.
8 FUCKING DIAGRAMS. You don't need a Wu-Tang face tat to shit your shorts with excitement from this preview. But you might need a Yale philosophy doctorate to parse the Zen-riddle RZA drops, Tiger-style, on our muddled heads:
"How can hip-hop be dead if Wu-Tang is forever?" Hold your face, Nas.
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