"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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