If not then you must be trying to hear us and in such cases we cannot be heard. We remain in the darkness, unseen. In the center of unpeeled bananas, we exist. Uncolored by perception. Clothed to the naked eye. Five senses cannot sense the fact of our existence. And that's the only fact. In fact, there are no facts.

My father's a preacher, my mother's a teacher, thus... I rhyme.

Half of the popcorn sh-t that's out there, we know it's popcorn. But we're like, "It's my guilty pleasure." I feel like we have more guilty pleasure than actual f - kin' pleasure.

Honestly, I don't always want to get up in the mornings, but I do anyway.

I have a very family-like connection to hip-hop, which is why it frustrates me so much.

Two autumns and I have not changed enough.

More people than ever are slowly but surely turning their ears toward poetry