Through and through, no doubt about it, 'til the day I'm gone and even then—I'm a hip-hop head. The beat caught me early, and it was and it wasn't a choice. The not a choice part: when a track is good it's good—your body knows before you do. The choice part: it was the early 90s and I was a little shorty scanning the twenty-five cent CDs on offer at a suburban New Jersey garage sale. I pulled two jewel cases from the pile that caught my eye: some shit by Amy Grant and Naughty by Nature's 19Na...