A year ago, we were in the most heated beef in local music history. We took the shots… and we’re supposed to be dead and buried.

Fortunately, we weren’t new to this a year ago. This wasn’t our first battle and I doubt it’ll be our last.

I’m pleased that all parties involved and all those who involve themselves when its convenient, are all doing well.

Composure wasn’t a diss track, it was like therapy. A man had to get shit off his chest and he did it in his way… Through his music and through his art. Glad I could play my role and I will play the role again and again.

Composure isn’t a track, it’s how we conduct ourselves. We’re still here, still strong, still getting it.

Stay composed.