Up to that point, I believed I owned hip-hop. If you read my old interviews, you see it. Hip-hop belonged to me and my crew. It belonged to the East Coast. It belonged to New York. It belonged to the black man. Then I realized something. Hip-hop didn’t belong to us. It belonged to the world. In a sense, I saw the larger flow of the world; I saw the harmony in it. I saw that no one could control these forces.
