Hip-hop is a perfect mix between poetry and boxing.
On the night he died - he was twenty-seven - Basquiat had been planning to see a Run-DMC show. When people asked him what his art was about, he'd hit them with the same three words: "Royalty, heroism, and the streets.
You not feeling me, fine. It costs you nothing, pay me no mind.
No matter where you go, you are what you are playa.
I believe you can speak things into existence.
I love that because that's what I'm supposed to be doing - whether it's accepted b everybody or not. I'm supposed to be pushing that envelope and trying new things. And people are supposed to say, Hov, you might have went too far.