Get Up! Resolution: Love

What is it all about you ask? What does it mean when one so young and seemingly naïve springs forth with production and MC skills to rival those of industry giants? Can owning a piece of music ever approximate occupying the space of its creator? Beats and samples pile into a sonic salad that will cleanse your guts and leave a fragrant deposit in your earspace. God will cry and his tears will form diamonds that melt unless kept in a freezer to be blended into a Troof smoothie. Mysteries of physics and time are defied by mass levitation, these are living testaments to the Hawnay cult. What name will you give this jihad on boredom?