In a time when Indian movies were characterising Snake girls and the Chinese were showing us Snake in the Monkey Shadow, the east and Asia, unlike the West and America, was a place of strangeness.
Like Drake, M.anifest topped the charts with a diss track.
If Sark is the rampaging lion, Mani is the tiger, shy, lurking in the shadows of a wet jungle, with eyes wicked and stern; never turn your back on a tiger, they caution.
Is it still your culture if someone else owns it? If you lost your family home after selling it to pay for a complicated surgery, will you still point to it from across the street with the same pride?
Bar 3 just dropped from the fire, and you imagine it could have been a sword, or the spikes that make a king’s crown.
Small, misunderstood, looked down upon by those who have made themselves kings by virtue of time and titles, but the Half-Man’s Song speaks of guile and precision; in the twist of his words, he cuts deeper than bear claws.
Audience, not content, is king.