Everlasting.

Namaste

Peace

“Keep your bread up.”

It was said before and has been said since, but stands repeating.

French toast everybody,

JB

Shout out to Saul Williams and Gioachino Rossini.

Looking for a particular sample (I’ll get into that later) and put on Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)–WHAT?!

I can’t even believe this album–still! Today! Right now!  Holding my head, for real. It’s just too much for me.

“The Wu-Tang Clan ain’t nothin’ to f*ck with!”

Don’t worry ’bout where I been–it’s Wednesday!

Uhn!

(still Mos Def back then)

A cloudy Saturday after a long week–real long. So I turned on the grease and what dropped into the shuffle?

“Shake that load off, shake that load off, shake that load off, shake that load off…”

Somebody say “Amen!”

And let us not forget:

“… as you downplay your glory, cackling, helping the shackling of your brethren happen just by rapping. Libertad.”

Libertad, my brothers, libertad.

On repeat.

The production, oh man, the production.

Yes, I know, the hype and all that, but sometimes you just have to give it up.