I go by the Good Reverend Petey Jakes.
I stay in Washington DC, where you can find me at Howard's Homecoming with my man Frank White running up in something.
Music. Just like music. Sometimes I rhyme slow. Other times I rhyme quick. Middle class rap. I read a lot. I also write a lot. Reading, writing, and 'rithmetic.
The third R. That's my specialty. I mathematically break shit down so that it can forever be buh-roke.
Young, gifted, and black. Aretha and Donny spoke about it. I live it.
Always on the lookout. Always watching.
Educated ignorance. Edutainment.
If it can be laughed at, I'm probably already laughing. Or pointing it out so that others may understand exactly what it is that needs to be pointed out.
My direction? North by Southeast. Role model? Not hardly. Life? Loving it.
Production? Meat and potatoes. Singles with integrity.
Album with flow. Conceptually knocktastic.
Fantastic voyage.
So...
What am I doing? I'm making my mama's music. Music my mother can listen too that still knocks when given the opportunity.
Opportunity? Never waste it.
Panama. Petey Jakes. Fair and balanced just like Fox News.
