I always say that if you're muslim, you've got to go to Mecca, if you're a Hip Hopper you've got to go to New York. If you're serious...

This is it, the moment of truth. I step towards the customs officer at New York City Airport with my declaration form in my hand. He's a...

The cold, yellow paint is brushed onto my chest first, then the black. It represents the goanna - parenti - dreaming. Wire and I get the...