Black as night, dank as dro, Beats so tight
MCs needed to bust the flow
Through the crime-ridden veil of the late 80's, there I was, quietly nestled in the womb of my birthmother. This is where I grew strong, nourished via umbilical cord. Sooner than later,
rhythms, affectionately called beats by the elder african shamans, replayed themselves in my head. This marked the birth of the enigma otherwise known as PRINCE EBONY.
Do I play live? Would Batman reveal his identity? Of course not.
My influences are non-existant.
Dangerous Hands and an uncanny knack at producing the sexiest tunes.
YAY!!
