Close Your Mind...

The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr...

Recently the scholar of choice to feed my mind with his special blend of food and liquor has been Lupe Fiasco, before that in my mind was Pharrell.It was written rhymes from the street's disciple, Nas that showed me how to become one of god's sons, whilst Jay-Z used his blueprint to prove beyond reasonable doubt that he was one of the greatest, Kano showed me the life from his home sweet home, Dre, whilst tryna detox taught me the ills of the chronic, Eminem left me shouting encore, 50 told me how to get rich or die trying, without causing a massacre. The college dropout, Kanye told me how to avoid late registration and The Streets used original pirate material to school me on how a grand dont come for free.The Wu Tang Clan took me through the 36 chambers before Wiley saved me from treddin on thin ice and put me onto da 2nd phaze, The Alchemist recruited me into his 1st infantry and Timbaland told me all about indecent proposals.Talib Kweli stuck wid me through the beautiful struggle, and Common jus let me be.Nelly tried to get me to buy a suit cos i had sweat too much in nellyville Lord willin Clipse's album will come out soon, the big bang was what Busta said started the book of genesis then sent me away cos it aint safe no more, Luda showed me southern hospitality and by word of mouf told me where to get the best chicken and beer in the red light district, the boy in da corner Dizzee performed at showtime, DMX bit his way through flesh of my flesh and blood of my blood to become Grand Champ, T.I. showed me how he became King from jus being an urban legend, and Snoop showed me how to do it doggystyle whilst keeping the rythm and gangsta, G-Unit made Game beg 4 mercy in the documentary and N*E*R*D left me in search of...