I'm usually trying to get back into the dream or analyzing the dream. And yeah, the days, most days begin like that.

You start to realize connections between experiences and things that push your buttons, and things that have touched you in those vulnerable areas and what-have-you. And they form a little collection over time - at least I do - and as time progresses and new things are learned, you kind of sift through those things until they're air or danceable, you know? But they start as this thing that's either too hard or too soft to dance to.

Fax me a fact, and I'll telegram a hologram.

I have an acquired taste for language, yet it is seldom an actual focus of mine.

You change the beat up, you might change the way people dance to the music. If you change the way they move, maybe they'll think about it differently.

There is no music more powerful than hip-hop. No other music so purely demands an instant affirmative on such a global scale. When the beat drops, people nod their heads, “yes,” in the same way that they would in conversation with a loved one, a parent, professor, or minister.

I think art can really serve to inspire a movement - and, of course, it has in the past. The Civil Rights movement wouldn't have the same resonance without the songs from everyone from Pete Seeger to Odetta to James Brown.