Writings on the Wall Part 2 - Rumblestill

Since we in the mood and all and before I get off this to grab a bite, I decided to sit down with this one joint and see what happens. So the plan is in full swing. 2 joints done and 12 to go...Check this one...Peace

Rumblestill

They told us we was 3/5, but we rumble still,
Knew we was next, so we rumble still,
Tried to say no you can’t, and we rumble still,
We don’t really give a damn, but we rumble still,

Drink too much, but the flow stay clutch,
Alternate through these rhymes like my name was double Dutch,
Too much, bust quick, deluxe can’t mess with,
No rust, shine bright, buffet just grab a bite,
5 star, no general, more like that kuroi,
Too black to blow smoke, too thick you might choke,
Bullet through the brain magnetic, northeast the prophetic,
Through the west we like jetsons,
The future of these maneuvers, but we way more style,
Used to be way wild, borderline criminal,
But I’m just too cool for fools, checking bigots in school,
Yeah I know he ya dude, but I boguard like rick rude,
Steamboat to the throat, so they feel it in that abdomen,
Vocab like the Fugees, so I keep crews staggering,
Walking in dragging out, can’t tell what you made about,
It was never meant to be, you was never meant for these…


They told us we was 3/5, but we rumble still,
Knew we was next, so we rumble still,
Tried to say no you can’t, and we rumble still,
We don’t really give a damn, but we rumble still,

A new spiritual but I’m not a Negro,
Not a colored boy or an African American hero,
More like soul on ice or a lotus with a pulse,
Pound rice into mochi, flow trees into fall leaves,
Hunting season, like ghetto boys with 5th ward bees,
Ready Red cutting swiftly, or Bam clearing history,
Decipher codes and mysteries, like Newton with cool breeze,
You a splash of hot karate or old spice,
I’m like Black Dynamite with the mic, whip appeal,
Take a switch off the limb, show you how pain feel,
No need for the tricks, I just deal in the real,
Methodical with the drum, more like serial kill,
Make your body go numb, before I break the seal,
Spit a lethal injection like Cube envisioned the deal,
Then let the gas take effect, and let you drift into never land,
Then bag up the remains, and cement shoes ya man…

Writings on the Wall Part 1 - Steel Knife

Well since I have alittle free time this holiday season (2 weeks to be exact), I am putting in a bit more work on the writing (and studying) end. Hopefully I will get about 10-14 joints done before Jan 3rd. That's the goal. So as oppose to keeping these to myself and before I drop these to a track, I am going to post a few. Check them out. Leave some feedback. Holla. This two verses were written to and inspired by MO aka Miles Outside. We been working on some new music and I busted out the joint, "Steel Knife", and got busy. Hook and song to come later...Peace

Steel Knife (miles outside)

Part A

Born a rebel, live through the treble and head nod,
Bass bed rock, California leave you bled ak,
Less you navigate through snakes,
Take a puff on the gov’t, walk streets on the other shit,
Clean like my brother get, not just holidays,
Kept a wood tree, least that’s what my momma say,
Had a few tubes, now that’s from the seven days,
Garriet Morgan on a reel, castor oil for the ill,
Crisco in the skillet, starch for your stomach,
Epson salt for your feet, baking soda for teeth,
Before we knew what they had store,
Never look to wage war, had to learn it first,
Use to get tallboys to quench summer thirst,
Kept them penny loafers clean, before we learn to curse,
Before we learned the verse, they didn’t teach on Sunday,
Not yet stung, young bees just learning bout that honey…

Part B

Had a fresh face and new outlook on life,
No hair, chin clean, no care, new things,
Trying to put my foot in it, no time for the minutes,
Patience is virtue, but we grown no curfew,
All night in the OH, down to the LA,
Wild pack of young dudes down for the Mardi,
Gras to Bourbon on them Hurricanes,
Circle up the wagons; don’t get out your lane,
Before the storm came and they forgot about us,
It was one big party to the sun came up,
Like one big wave on that ocean front,
But we was down in NO, beads out the window,
Game for the pillow, bucks for a big cups,
Girl at home, new one from Europe,
Or better yet Cali or maybe Atl,
Came back, camera full, with some stories tell…