Street-corner rap battles. Freestyling at underground house par- ties. Lyrical illumination of the hardships of the oppressed. These vignettes of early American hip-hop have crossed the border to set up shop all over the world.
For those of you unfamiliar with Kelly Graval, I’ll give you a hint: if you’ve ever driven the 405, 10, 101, 605, 91, walked down Sunset Blvd, Hollywood Blvd, Fairfax, or just about any other corner of the city, you’ve seen his work.