"Whether or not you were familiar with Sean’s body of work, hip-hop lost an important voice this weekend. A voice that was part of the dwindling chorus that is the music’s consciousness, and what is art without conscience? Price was a man who placed himself in stark contrast to the music’s adulation of fame and money, who had no time for its games and even less for its niceties. The brokest rapper you knew, who could still split the craniums of the richest rappers everyone thinks they know while cracking jokes that showed he was human, just like you and me, and not some unattainable star in the sky." Read rest here
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