• DJs spin tracks
    B-boys spin backs
    MCs spit facts
    Graffers spray stacks

    Miscellaneous paints lace walls with various imaginings, portraying the sacredness of freedoms that hip-hop brings. Colors that vandalize minds of the American dream scream to be seen through Government steam.

    For the true B-boy, the floor is more than cardboard. It's a story painted with the colors of the kinetic. the palette of power moves and toprock grooves are splashed with the brush of the body, changing ups to downs, hands to feet, and breaks are the beats in Picasso's poetry.

    MCs bust mikes to pry out truths from lies, warning and informing forming backpackers to backtrack the tracks they're bumpin'. Words rainbow'd with urgency hurriedly race to burn their notes into the throats of the Following. Swift fingers linger over the turntable as the DJ replays stable breaks.

    The Spinmaster's excitement entices the splicing of cultures alongside mixtapes while tamed chaos permeates the air. An artistry in the senses of sound, the pounding bass resonates against the wasted space of body mass.

    The 4 elements of Hip-hop are in a class of their own.