One thing I always loved about hip-hop music was the raw, boom-bap element - it felt powerful and manly.
Time is real, we can't rewind it... Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? Time did.
Never lookin' back or too far in front of me; the present is a gift and I just wanna be.
I bathe in basslines, rinse in riffs, dry in drums
Burn a Bush cause for peace he no push no button. Killing over oil and grease, no weapons of destruction, How can we follow a leader when this a corrupt one?
I am to hip-hop what Obama is to politics