I’ve never been so embarrassed at the possibility that space aliens would come down right now to assess our fucked-up state of affairs.
Author and journalist Aliya S. King shares a story on her time working for The Source
When you accept this, that Spike Lee possesses a very particular grade of sincerely fuck devoid insanity, his work makes more sense.
Chance The Rapper's group The Social Experiment dropped an album helmed by Donnie Trumpet. And Panama couldn't be happier.
Panama loves the movie Roll Bounce. But it's got one really big wart that drives him batshit crazy.
All that syrupy greatness in my Houstonian orbit -- living down the street from Bushwick Bill, having Paul Wall show up after school to pick up his manager/my middle school P.E. teacher -- and I still didn’t listen to much rap.