ThaVillain

DANGER!" The first word of the first rhyme ever pulled from the mind of a red eyed, four eyed, vicious vocalist. That rhyme was the worst shit ever written homie’s. I’m serious. But it was too late by that point. Too late because that need to be on the mic was already latching onto my mind and body and heart and soul. I love myself some Hip-Hop and I consider myself a student of the craft. I would listen and analyze every single word, in every single line, in every single verse concocted in the mind of the Rap God’s: mfDoom, Nas, Grouch, Jay-Z, B.I.G., Living Legends, RZA (Wu-Tang), Dizzee Rascal, Outkast... and that’s just the Hip-Hop influence. It won’t be Jazz without Bill Evans. It won’t be R&B without Al Green. It won’t be 80's without The Smiths. It won’t be Progressive without Radiohead. It won’t be music without me. I’m tired of bitch ass, cookie cutter rappers using the same three beats over the same tired ass rhymes. It’s time for things to get a bitCRAZy. Word.