I wish more hip-hop artists had the lyrical substance and depth of Andre 3000:
She said, “Why you in the club, you don’t make it precipitate? You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm?”
I’m like, “Why?” The world needs sun. The hood needs funds. There’s a war going on and half the battle is guns. How dare I throw it on the floor when people are poor, so I write like Edgar Allen to restore. Got a cord, umbilical, attached to a place that can’t afford no landscaping, or window draping.