Hip-hop is too young to put a definition on it

The organization of self, and all self-aligning principles would be those that I promote.

pools of blood are not recreational even lifeguards drown when the undertow breaks bread with the underbelly demons disguised as sharks have not put enough thought into their costumes a wiseman stays ashore when pointed fins read like italian subtitles the end is near (...) the beginning

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

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

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

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.