WHATEVER YOU TOUCH
LEAVES PRINTS
THE HEAVIEST DUST
WE SINK IN
WHATEVER YOU TOUCH
LEAVES PRINTS
THE HEAVIEST DUST
WE SINK IN
RAP VERSE
WHANNA NI NYAME?
MALLAMS AND SWAMIS
MAN IS SO MANIC
WOMAN IS MAGIC
UNDERSTANDING THIS PLANET
BEFORE THE COLLISION
THE BOARDERS OF FISSION
DISTORTED PRECISION
RHETORICAL PRESENCE
AND ALL THE POSITIONS
THE CORNERS AND PRISMS
BEYOND YOUR CONSCIOUS, EXISTENCE
RESPONDING TO VOICES IN DISTANCES