Wu Tang Clan

If you love hip-hop, or want to sh*t your pants, perhaps learn the game, this is a clan that will haul your as* around to make sure you got it. I met up with members of the Wu shortly after I hit the streets of NYC. Word got out that I was lookin’ for beats for L.D.G. I got a call to stand on the corner of 34th and 8th . A clan was comin’ to pick me up. Sure enough a big 4x4 pulled up with a group of men.

As I climbed in the back seat I noticed they were sportin’ bats on their chest, that matched the big sign on Broadway. At that moment, I thought, I may be batty. We sped off with the music blasting. I realized I’d get some schooling while cruisin’. I learned that rollin’ had more then one meaning, as we hit dim alleys. Got to hear lots of urban lingo. It didn’t take me long to realize this was a well diverse group of individuals with skills. I learned that good girls can bump it, without riding it. That thugs could also be dignified. By the time the night was over these warriors had affected me. I stepped out of that 4x4 with a tribal degree.

Over the years, I’ve met almost all of them. I’ve been inspired by U-God, Tim Bo, D.O.B., Killa Priest, Red Man, Method Man, Links, BK and Shi Reka.

Booya Tribe

If you’ve ever judged a person on looks, this is one act to follow. These guys are pussycats that would only claw you, if you needed it. Each one of them has their own flava. I have always received a bare hug that was wrapped in body art from these tigers.

Frank Stallone

Nothing could educate you in the world of music faster than a pro. Meeting Frank and sharing with him during a Donald Trump event was my pleasure. I always related the name Stallone with Rocky, most people would. What an opportunity it was to sit with Frank and his dad, whom I knew little about.

I had all the reason in the world to want to know Frank, aside from owning my own label. Hell, for years I listened to his music blasting from my cellar walls. Every day after school my twin sons would lifted weights, while listening to the Rocky soundtracks. I should have known one day a Rocky would be running around my estate. When my second grandson was born, my son named him Rocky.

It was obvious to the hospital that a star was born. We played Rocky’s theme songs and decorated the bassinet in the nursery at the hospital, with photos from the Rocky movies. As you would imagine our Rocky was never wet. The nurses loved all the attention they were getting from this infant. What struck me most about Frank and his family was how much they sound alike, and how gifted they all are.