3 men = 3 emcees/2 producers rocking dope rhymes on our beats both futuristic & boombap...catch ya on the flipside of the sampler or darkside of the synthesizer
Every now & then I’m needed to feasibly reason with unseasonably cold goals & their meaning being...do not for the have nots - come up on a fast plot - cause in the end my friends my lungs are nothing but a cash crop~