This week has touched both poles on the emotional spectrum.
Talib Kweli has spent the past year or so speaking his mind on the blog site Medium.
The upstairs of the Bronx Museum of Art was comparably bare to the vibrant bodies that skated around, hastily attempting to make the best out of an otherwise janky projector.
Let me start by saying, the Grammy’s have never done anything beneficial for Hip Hop.
To say NxWorries is a dream of a collaboration is starting to sound like an understatement with every track they release.
I’ve never heard an album so bad, from an artist I normally love, that I had to take a break from because I was seriously feeling nauseous.
This week, Game’s manager gave Stitches a few stitches, and Cudi gave his fans audial stitches.
As I’m writing this, KRS One is probably holed up in his Bronx residence writing up a storm, preparing himself for a nightly show with no intent of drawing a finish line to his career.
Lupe was filmed throwing shade at Cudi during an in-concert freestyle.
I was wary of maybe a feature or two on Aesop’s next album, considering Homeboy Sandman toured with him and Rob Sonic (Hail Mary Mallon).