Bio

Contact: [email protected] Production, Lyrics, Music as an expression of self. OM the Profit: Maybe making hot beats without a rap my karma/ so I chose the lesser of two evils like Barack Obama I can't be young black and beautiful, guess im just wise brown and gifted/ maybe when i sell a beat, they realize that they missed it. Look at him now would he make his kin proud, Or do people of his skin color take him for a clown, Though he do no jest, he’s as crisp as they come and as thorough as they get … This is Kings march on Washington, Gandhi’s march for salt, It’s my humble revelation, Take it with a grain of salt, In this counterrevolution, Which is our hip-hop, I’m standin’ for a change, Give this struggle all I got, In my generation’s hustle, Try and represent my race, I’m quick to cut, But cant cut to the chase, I go pace for pace, And then retrace my steps, Of where my race was lost, And then rehash upon my stress, I’m just a face the crowd, Feel like I’m one of the rest, But I won’t dumb it down for shit, That’s why im one of the best, Ill find success with this rap shit, Money if god bless, But from my birth til’ my demise, I’ll stayed as thorough as it gets.