Woke up this morning banging Black Uhuru. Man these cats got me through high school. Back when I used to rock the Bob Marley, Uprising tee-shirt, and those pitiful baby-dreads. Michael Rose has the sickest voice. I was always a roots sorta dude. Everybody went to dance-hall, though. But what Mike say? It's a time for every style...


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