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Let’s take it back to the classics, crumble the modern day remix covered in plastic,

to make shine and look pretty spun to be a lovesick remedy but instead failed attempts at a bond between man and woman: No unity.

Farther than “ what made you first fall in love with hip hop” pass the dark chocolate coated men with contrasting white teeth to make your panties drop.

Love described as the “perfect verse over a tight beat” no Brown Sugar. Respect to my favorite movie on repeat.

No where breathing is seeing and love is believed . Not where the 21st century lyrics overpoweringly dance over nostalgic vintage vibrations for the new worlds music is conceived .

But to where kings wore their thrown as well as their queen as a badge of honor and in turn the queens uplifted her king as if it was a deed of greatness stamped upon her.