Kardinal Offishall comes from the T-dot—that’s Toronto, for those who don’t know—and if the hip-hop game was a game of basketball, he’d get a T for the nastiness that comes out his mouth. So do the right thing and see…

When I was growing up, R&B songs were just that—songs. They were beautifully crafted pieces of musical bliss with thoughtful and moving lyrics supported with inspiring instrumentals. R&B—or as I like to call it, “Redundant Bullshit”—is now so oversexed that…

Hello my name is…
Clinton Sparks.

Aka…
Mr. Get Familiar.