My parents ran a residential rehabilitation center. The basement of the first house on Thirty-five Chestnut Street was home for me as a newborn. When I was a kid my life seemed to have no adventure and felt completely void of characters. It wasn't as vivid as tales spun by addicts in search of recovery and a personal Jesus. Back then I didn't see contradictions and complications as a process of human maturity. Time taught me that Life is tragic, hope filled, explicit, and blessed ...
Oct 30, 2009
all day
The pen is mightier than the sword they say/so I solemnly swear to take aim all day/you say my pops is like a father but you ain't no fucking brother/pack my clips to the tip to fill your hips all day/taking my kindness for weakness/wanna slap you but you sweetness so I'll be sitting in the percent wit the pigs all day/while my aura has you running I'm from the lower all day/got niggaz who smack wit toolies cuff chains and puff wit mollies my nigga I'll say again we from the lower all day/don't force my hand cousin I'm a resourceful nigga/if my shooter don't wanna shoot I'll gladly squeeze that grip all day/ask my mom to pray for him and told God to talk to 'em/shit'll get dark to 'em put a spark through em/ya head is dripping got blood up on ya Pippin's/still puffing on that pipe you fucking joke/all day/peace to Champ in that Champion hoodie/he'll vouch when I almost jigged that cat wit the screwy/church said I was screwy/spirit drifting like buoys/this is spit in ya face/muthafucka/hok-tuey
Guess who?
Niggaz mad my swagy bubbled to redickle/get off my pickle you've been left behind like the rapture/ or like you failed 5th grade math pick your chin up & get outta my path/I might resort to my bullying ways/hit you wit a flying fuck tucked as I turn buckle tussle like my name was bob backland/suplex your anatomy fucking tool/join the academy/and maybe you'll be worthy of some Shepparding action/niggaz in my faction got history of gun clapping, get ya jaws to flapping you'll be yapping to the captain/wake up missing in action/Sunday they'll be asking what happen cuz his passing got me feeling that this shit could really happen/not this time but next time I'll probably name names/M.I. shitting on pussy collars from on top of the game/who shot ya?
Oct 29, 2009
a lil somethin'
I am a word warrior/sho-gun samurai of sentence structure/a fire spitting dragon of biblical proportions/endorsements settled upon endorphins attached to hair pin turns & European glide seating/my language is a hieroglyphic magnificently manufacturing spit deep within the caverns of my spit factory/i saw a glitch in the matrix/does that mean agents are near, maybe it means they're soon to appear/I'm my version of neo so does that make me the one/its hot shit when ejecting verbal projectiles cuz I'm a son of a gun
Oct 28, 2009
it don't get much better ...
Last night, I DVR’ed the BET Hip Hop Awards strictly for the ciphers. There is a whole list of issues I have with BET but on this one they get it right each time. Do the research.
I skipped through most of the awards show (Gucci Mane & Soulja Boy Tell Em performed like four times each, which is a sign of the times for a dinosaur like me) to get to the prerecorded, black & white cipher. It was a vestige of pure Hip Hop smack in the middle of what the culture has become. I’m not a hater (though some might think so) I’m just old enough to know this is not completely what we had in mind when Hip Hop dreamed of conquering mainstream culture.
The last one of the cipher’s was my favorite by far, just for the roster of high impact lyrical MC’s closing this thing out. Other Cipher’s had stand outs like the teacher, Blastmaster KRS ONE, and my dude Buckshot but it’s really hard to fuck with a lineup that has Mos Def, Black Thought, and Eminem.
If you’re not sure what us old school niggaz are talking about when we lament over what Hip Hop is missing, its real simple two turntables, a mic, and MC’s with skills. With Primo on the one’s & two’s this segment quickly ascends to classic status … again, if you’re not sure who DJ Premier is I dropped a classic Gang Starr video in here.
Watch, enjoy, and soak in what true MC’s bring to the mic.
Hip Hop … One Love
M
I skipped through most of the awards show (Gucci Mane & Soulja Boy Tell Em performed like four times each, which is a sign of the times for a dinosaur like me) to get to the prerecorded, black & white cipher. It was a vestige of pure Hip Hop smack in the middle of what the culture has become. I’m not a hater (though some might think so) I’m just old enough to know this is not completely what we had in mind when Hip Hop dreamed of conquering mainstream culture.
The last one of the cipher’s was my favorite by far, just for the roster of high impact lyrical MC’s closing this thing out. Other Cipher’s had stand outs like the teacher, Blastmaster KRS ONE, and my dude Buckshot but it’s really hard to fuck with a lineup that has Mos Def, Black Thought, and Eminem.
If you’re not sure what us old school niggaz are talking about when we lament over what Hip Hop is missing, its real simple two turntables, a mic, and MC’s with skills. With Primo on the one’s & two’s this segment quickly ascends to classic status … again, if you’re not sure who DJ Premier is I dropped a classic Gang Starr video in here.
Watch, enjoy, and soak in what true MC’s bring to the mic.
Hip Hop … One Love
M
Labels:
BET Awards,
Black Thoght,
Eminem,
Gang Starr,
hip hop,
Mos Def
Oct 21, 2009
The waiting game ...
What's good my people?
Chilling on this side, playing the waiting game. I think I'm close to signing with an agency for my book but things are still stuck in neutral. So, for now I'll share one of my favorite things to hit the web in a minute.
Ed Lover's C'mon Son!
Just might be one of the funnest things ever. I've been an Ed Lover fan from Yo! MTV Raps, to the Hot 97 Morning Show, and now his stay on the Power 105 Morning Show. He has consistently represented the Culture.
Watch and enjoy ... and to those still fronting on a nigga ... C'mon Son!!!!!!
M
Chilling on this side, playing the waiting game. I think I'm close to signing with an agency for my book but things are still stuck in neutral. So, for now I'll share one of my favorite things to hit the web in a minute.
Ed Lover's C'mon Son!
Just might be one of the funnest things ever. I've been an Ed Lover fan from Yo! MTV Raps, to the Hot 97 Morning Show, and now his stay on the Power 105 Morning Show. He has consistently represented the Culture.
Watch and enjoy ... and to those still fronting on a nigga ... C'mon Son!!!!!!
M
Labels:
Book deals,
C'mon son,
Ed Lover,
hip hop
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