In an era where there was an abundance of white rappers who were genuinely wack, our man Bud Bundy (a.k.a. Grandmaster B) was decent, man. He had flow and he dressed the part. And, more importantly, he had the tragic back story: He came up hard in the mean streets of suburban Chicago, where he lived in a basement, struggled to eat every day, and was constantly doubted and slighted by everyone, including his family. Unfortunately, there was no Eminem-style fairy tale ending for Grandmaster B. Eh, maybe it was the name.