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Yeah, all the doom mongers have been out and about, telling us that the rap game is OVER. “Where’s the next Biggie coming from?” they would mutter to themselve in organic food shops. “We can’t rely on Nas anymore, peeps!” they would weep to their wives, after making emotional love on Egyptian cotton. But they can all shut the hell up now, because above is a feeeemale showing that hip hop is alive, well, and just ever so slightly out of tune.
And a bit rubbish.