To his credit when record companies starting exploiting that foul "gangsta rap," KRS-One took a pass on that bullshit. I plan on heading out to Southern and represent. Bushwick, Bushwick, always funky fresh!
By the way, back in the day at around the tender age of 13, I was giving this look (see below). However, I had blunt in one hand, forty in the other. I was on that B-Boy trip for three years. Then my homeboy Eric gave me a taste of his good and plenty, found my way to Christopher Street and never looked back. However, I will always have mad love for my early days as a hip-hopper. My inner b-boy still surfaces from time to time.
Let me go play some Erik B, MC Lyte, KRS, and Soulsonic Force. I need to throw down with my moves. I can still do the Rooftop, Smurf, or just bop to the beat.