“There’s certainly a lot of noise in the hip-hop world now [that] I don’t pay active attention to, but to the extent that I represent some flavor of what’s happening in hip-hop – it’s subconscious.”

My family life and early political life – being exposed to the news constantly, being enrolled in an Afrocentric education program, and doing the extracurriculars I did – played a huge role in me finding my path.

I am not a yogi yet, but I aspire to have more balance in my life.

Okay, well, if motion is the constant, how can I remain in motion?

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Remember something about attention. Yes, it’s possible to buy, grab, or even steal it. But it’s far better to earn it.

By the time I got to Harvard, I feel like I knew who I was, and my job there was to throw as much against the wall as possible, to see what would stick.

I don’t know that I’m post-anything. I’d like to think maybe I’m post-bullshit.

You can call me namastunde or surfatunde. Either works.

Mostly I try to be the best example of me that I can be.

As far as hip-hop is concerned, I’m no expert and rarely think consciously about how I “represent” hip-hop.

I care about the diversity of the mindset of the people creating our future, and the windows through which we see it, and the tools we use to build it.

I work in comedy, journalism, media, and technology, many of which don’t have a lot of black faces in visible positions. I walk through Brooklyn with a surfboard. It’s fun to challenge and expand people’s expectations.

There are so many ways to be and to be black at the same time, but we’re finally seeing that full range expressed much more widely than before.

As I’ve submerged myself in news of the revolutions sweeping North Africa and the Middle East, I wanted desperately to feel part of what was going on. And then it hit me: This is what white people were doing to me after Obama was elected!

New York has been the best gift, in that the city pushes me to so many next levels.

Knowing that “me” is inextricably linked to blackness, [I try to enjoy] the process of expanding beyond the expected boundaries set by existing culture, norms and media.

If you don’t got endz, you won’t be gettin’ no skinz, And if you don’t got money, you won’t scoop a honey. If you don’t got cash, you won’t be gettin’ no ass, And if you don’t got loot, you won’t be knockin’ no boots.

I relieve rappers just like Tylenol

So put a quarter in your ass Cuz ya played ya’self

Save your wack rhymes, hold your female. Pass the Old Gold, trash the ale. Cash your food stamps, get the WIC out the mail. Love to eat shrimps, but I never eat snail,

No-frill rappers: you will evaporate, disintegrate, deflate to your fate, as the great will dominate straight to the state Of reignin’, gainin’…So put Kane in That category. Period. End of story.

I have to be perfectly honest: You should have an anniversary to acknowledge the way I work the ebonics.

…in the middle of Little Italy little did we know that we riddled some middleman who didn’t do diddily

And when it comes to gettin nookie, I’m not a rookie… I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi.