…Jungle Brothers … De la Soul…A Tribe Called Quest … cut with Busta Rhymes … respecting the fuck out of Public Enemy & Eric B & Rakim, but ready to box on behalf of Missy Elliott & Timbaland… there’s a sonic specificity, a chaotic crestive …creative crescendo to each of these arthead cats… that pinpoints things in me. Things that I’d never have to explain to anyone who gets it.

I grew up with a deejaying dad so alot of their references my ass was absently drawing to sprawled under dining room tables as a kid , but all this was sonically where rap hit me. & it stayed with me as House Music happily prepared to take me to church and hand me my ass .

Because it was about the orchestral arrangement of those words then , just like it is now. They are the ones who made anything not elevating itself to their caliber literally unlistenable for me. Whole swaths of it I just can’t with… because I have tasted and seen the good.

And it’s making me crack up tonight watching YouTube videos of all these millennials, GenZ & Alphas BRAINS EXPLODING ON SONIC IMPACT lolol… they’re freaking out in the comments like “He’s 56! He’s 51, Qtip is 54!”

yeah. … but it’s THEIRS…& they are the truth. THIS is why you never have to worry about pretenders & plagiarizing flow fucks. Truth is ageless when it comes to geist. Real is real.

THAT clip up there?

…that’s true Heart. Every aspect of it.