Just sitting here, smoking a blunt, letting my mind wander…
Launching my own record label in 2015… believe me, I know it’s going to be hard. Every body and they’re grandma thinks their a producer, rapper or DJ these days. Every nigga in the hood got the same dream I do.
The difference between me and them is passion. I’m live this shit, man. Hip Hop has been running through my veins ever since my man brought over his new Mos Def And Talib Kweli Are Blackstar album when we was kids. Hearing “Respiration” for the first time was about as life-changing of an experience as I’ve ever had. I ain’t even really know what the lyrics truly meant at the time – I was only a young’n – but I know they were profound.
So much on my mind that I can’t recline
Blastin’ holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard the bass ride out like an ancient mating call
I can’t take it y’all, I can feel the city breathing
Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening
Sigh before we die like the last train leaving
Me and my niggas are ready. Summer 2016, we hit the ground running.