I fell in love with hip-hop late. I was on a vacation with my parents. We were roaming a mall, and for the first time they let me go off on my own. Naturally, I found myself in a music store. Without parental supervision and with a few twenties in my pocket, I was able . . .
You cannot quit hip-hop. This phrase enters my mind as I read another one of my emcee friend’s statuses about quitting the culture, leaving it all behind, feeling unappreciated and unloved. Verbatim: “I’m done with hip-hop.” This is not possible. You can stop rapping, physically anyway. You can stop releasing mixtapes. You can stop touring. . . .