We Cyphered Our Symposiums.

“Spit, Lil’ Cuz…”  – Qadir Jones (aka Hellstar), my beautiful and brilliant autodidactic cousin   “… Keep it Real.” – John Gillespie Sr (aka Unorthodox), my complex and clever autodidactic father   These were the maxims that marked my introduction to philosophical study. Spit: /spit/ (verb) – to rap, to make words make melodies, to […]

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Afro-Depressionism Incomplete

Niggas don’t be feeling they theory, ya feel me? Niggas don’t be feeling what it feels like to feel like the World was built atop of you. Niggas don’t be feeling what it feels like to sit with the tomb of history, to let the dust settle beneath your feet, to feel the weight of […]

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Black Daddies Are Like Limewire

Let’s write music together – you and I. Let’s write music laced in punk rock and indie soul. Let’s write music dripping in trap drums and arena rock guitars. Let’s write music that skats like mumble rap and dabs like bebop. Let’s write music that sounds like what it sounds like when the world is […]

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