Cool lips meet the hot steam of fresh coffee. Fog. Moisture fills my eyes and I let the tears roll. ATCQ is was and will forever be a place for me in Hip Hop. If it werent for Tribe I may have never recognized myself in the culture. Dang this Tribe mug is lit. I whisper Lyrics to Go, sip very softly then I scream as I look deep into the shiny black mug. My eyes take me 100 steps into Midnight to loot. In this case...I maraud for ears.