One of the things that makes hip hop great is that songs are a productive embodiment of emotions. You have the dis-track, the rap battle, the stick-it-to-the-haters song, the nobody-believed-in-me album, and the stop-begging-for-my-money-and-attention verse, and so on. Rappers deal with beefs and frustrations through their art. The product they make is also their therapy.… Continue reading I Wish My Work Was More Like Hip Hop