I am hip-hop. I’m not just talking about nodding my head and reciting the throwbacks of the ’80s, ’90s and (some of) the new jacks today. I’m talking about those days of rockin’ the freshest pair of Reeboks (all colors) or Nikes in the early ’90s, dancing with the homies to the music coming from the radio that rested on someone’s shoulder as they walked by, rummaging through a cipher in a park to have a closer view of two emcees spittin the dopest lines, hovering over the 1’s and 2’s as a disc jockey did their thing, communicating in my second language (slang), and writing words in bubble letters on my notebooks as if I was a graffiti artist. I still do those things now…minus rockin’ the Reeboks lol
29.03.11
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I am hip-hop. I’m not just talking about nodding my head and reciting the throwbacks of the ’80s, ’90s and (some of) the new jacks today. I’m talking about those days of rockin’ the freshest pair of ReeboksĀ (all colors) or NikesĀ in the early ’90s, dancing with the homies to the music coming from the radio that rested on someone’s shoulder as they walked by, rummaging through a cipher in a park to have a closer view of two emcees spittin the dopest lines, hovering over the 1’s and 2’s as a disc jockey did their thing, communicating in my second language (slang), and writing words in bubble letters on my notebooks as if I was a graffiti artist. I still do those things now…minus rockin’ the Reeboks lol

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