Hip Hop is so alive

If any of you know me, you understand that I am all about the babies. Of course, I am also all about hip hop culture (big up to all my amazulu fam around the world – Seattle Zulus, I am on the grind now to get to see ya'll in Seattle). Contrary to popular belief, both can be edutained at the same time. Here are a few examples:

a. When my son, Zumbi, and daughter, Amaris see some cardboard, they challenge me and each other to a b-boy battle. Note the battle part. They don't say “cipher,” “b-boy,” or “dance.” we must learn to destroy before we build

b. One of the best pics I have when I was president of my Zulu Nation chapter was a pic of my eldest son, X-man with a spray can. For some reason, my children can bus air flares with ease. I could never get them.

c.My youngest, Kolade, at the onset of 1 already had floor rock to his repertoire.

d.Zumbi asks to play The Jimmy Castor Bunch's “Just Begun” over and over and over again.

e. Amaris suggested that I should get my youngest brother, Sanduces, a copy of The Root's “The Tipping Point.”

f. Zumbi can sing parts of Black Star's “Re-Definition.”

g. I have several pictures of the babies throwing up Zulu signs.

Need I say more?