Good old Los Angeles… Take a second and breathe L.A. As I drive through the 110-South, passing under the skyscrapers that makes L.A. the landscape it is, I pop in the Black Wall Street Journal Volume 1. Skim through the tracks and hit the song called "Cypha" and banged it out the car. While exiting the off-ramp in South Central, I catch the last sixteen of the rap and can't help but drop my jaw off the dude's lyrical content. Rocky remake? Whatever… do a punch line movie on Dubb.