“The beat is pounding as he delivers a verse, in a home-made studio built in the closet. I’m not here on a trial run – I’m going to reach the peak – streets, nights, beats, they’re my oxygen.”
“The beat is pounding as he delivers a verse, in a home-made studio built in the closet. I’m not here on a trial run – I’m going to reach the peak – streets, nights, beats, they’re my oxygen.”