Woo Busta!! Professor Rhymes holds forth

"BEHOLD. BEHOLD. BEHOLD." Busta Rhymes is quietly repeating the word under his breath He’s in LA, in the thick of sessions for his third solo CD Extinction Level Event. His long fingers grasp a pen and his usually animated face is somber as he gazes down at notebook. Rhymes wants to use the word behold in a lyric but he’s not quite sure what the word means. Or rather he’s not quite sure how he hijack the standard definition and safely hold it for hostage, all with out somebody getting hurt in the process. "I’m still wanting to make sense of it," he explains "Or trying to at least."