Inderdaad profetische woorden van MC Chill in een bijna perfecte afspiegeling hoe ‘t gelopen is:
In the beginning there was the beat.
And the beat was without form.
Thus becoming music.
And the music was good.
And from that music evolved a new form.
Conceived and created from ancient tribal drums
to the sounds of the city streets and it was called rap.
But from the goodness of rap came forth a deadly
just perpetration greed and destruction there of.
Behold the prophecy.