One of the sickest spoken word artists I have come across in a long, long time.
The ability to make sense via the rap medium, to actually teach your audience something, seems to be a skill long lost amoungst the rap and hip-hop communities in today's world.
Thankfully, Master Acey here seems to be on point.
Pay attention to the lyrics, because he smoked crack.
Word.
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