Back when CD players were ubiquitous, old Asian women used to walk up and down the 5 train selling pairs of AA Duracell knockoffs for a dollar. They were really hard to open and didn't last nearly as long as the official batteries, but damned if it wasn't one of the most convenient services in the city. Whether due to the increasing police presence on the subway or iPhone chargers making alkaline just another fossilized technology, the battery lady hasn't been spotted in years. Mr. Motherfuckin' eXquire laments her disappearance on this "Whirlwind Pyramid" freestyle, alongside more of the ground level NYC musings that blasted the Brooklyn spitter onto radars in 2011. Watch the Malt Disney-directed video above, and don't miss eX's "I Ain't Even Fuck Rihanna" loosie below.
