In an era where music is over-saturated with Hip/Hop Rap “Artists”, individuals who claim, pose, pretend or plain old try too hard to be unique, Noraa Ish compels any listener or theoretic enthusiast to reconsider Hip-Hop’s validity in music.
From a purely rhythmic standpoint, it would seem he was solely created to infuse voice and music. A living instrument or maybe he has some symphonic DNA. In Lemans, one cannot tell where his voice starts and the beat ends. They possibly only exist because of one another.
As far as content, he may tell you, “I picture portraits of pain, then paint the Novocain” or “I am just a Classic; all I give you is passion”, but as far as we are concerned, he defines soul. He is a piece of timeless literature, taking ancient philosophical human questions and re-introducing them to Generation X. Maybe the first, the last, or the only honest artist.