He’s held captive by the culture that raised him. The student: constant surveyor, perpetual notetaking. Sat at the foot of the greats. In tune, taking advantage of every tweaking of frequency.

The boom, the bap. The slap and sting…ing of the snares, the cadence coupled with the bottom; the bass of the beat, coinciding with his heart.

“Love me like a lyric baby.”

With a shout out to his muse, call it what you want. I’m at the point where I’m accepting currency, dollar signs transactional, payable by y’alls dues. To the untrained eye, it was like I’m control on cruise, huh?

Thrice times like Hermes, 95 trips back-and-forth on 95 when 95 degrees in the air. The game ain’t fair. So he just accepted the talent he was given. Blessed with enough of everything. Given Shine… light like Lilith giving life to his brain child, a beautiful baby. I know it sounds crazy.

May the… lyrics speak for themselves, so go ahead and judge for yourself. Nph’ Elihm Music stay jammin’, homage for ever payed. In the name of the ones that come before him evermore. So his ancestors. His contribution ‘gon forever stain; proclamations to endure and persevere.

We hear. We listen mane… We here in now.