Hot 16…Or More…”TALKIN’ BOUT”

In the spirit of Jay-Z releasing his new Memoir/Book of Rhymes this week, I’m resurrecting the Hot 16…Or More…Segment of this blog. It’s a section that’s never gotten the love or recognition of other continuous segments that appear on this blog, never garnering comments – except for the initial post.

I’m aiming to change that. And like I said, being very much so motivated by Jay-Z’s foray into the rap-as-poetry ethos, I would hope you guys are more receptive this time. He’s actually approaching things from the same angle that I always have with this segment; giving you a backstory, and understanding of the mindframe surrounding the verses, and then highlighting the literary devices used and the key words and phrases within the wordplay.

I don’t have too many tricks at my disposal. I just do a lot of emboldening and italicizing and CAPITALIZING. All I can hope is that those things at least bring your attention to words or sentences that may have meant nothing to you at all prior to that. Either that, or I’m just hoping that the sheer act of reading the words that I recited just makes you go ‘oh! so that’s what he was saying!’

This time I’m taking you back. 

We’re going to start at the most logical place; My very first mixtape, The Crazy 8’s. This Track is actually from a time period that goes even further back…I began recording myself in 2003, making my own loops, doing my own pre-mixing and editing. And what resulted was a full scale collection of songs; some over industry beats, and some over original production by my boy, The Politician (Who’s apartment I was staying in at the time, and who’s recording equipment I was using). There were only a few people who heard this collection, but among the music what garnered the best reponse were 2 tracks that I’ve always kept around. One of those being the track that’s being featured today.

If you’re like me, then you remember where you were when the Lil John production Takeover began. The song “Damn” by the relatively obscure ATL group, Youngbloodz, was a bonafied hit and I knew it from the first time I heard it. I thought if I rapped over it early before it blew up, then I could really put my spin on it and give it my own identity with a hook as catchy as the original. I grabbed the instrumental off Kazaa or whatever we were using back then, and proceeded to flip it the best I could.

At that time, Being that this was going to be my first collection of music as a soloist, I was determined to showcase as many facets of my personality as a man and Hip-Hop artist as possible. I sang, experimented with pop-rap sounds, vented, tested my flows and even dedicated 3 tracks to bashing the chic who I was dealing with. This track finds me declaring my stance on self-preservation and guns and altercations. I felt like I needed to be as clear as possible that I was no pushover and that while my status may not be that of the SUPER-hood dude, I still am a dude from the hood and as such,  I believe in certain hood laws. Also, because of all of the other styles and softer tones of the other records that I recorded, I knew that I wanted to dedicate a whole track to this topic and just go hard so there was no mistake.

When I released my very first solo project, The Crazy 8’s in the fall of 2006, I still wanted to include this track because the point was to give the audience an introduction to as many of my sides as possible in the shortest span. I still felt that this was a side of me that needed to be established so I didn’t have to do another song like this. Looking back on it now, I don’t feel the need to make another. The point was made…And while I really and truly did feel this way back at that time, I find now that I may hold some of the same sentiments, but not be so willing to put myself in any situations that might call for what I’m talkin about. Nor do I feel the need to voice it as much. In any case, it certainly wouldn’t be a whole song about why I want or need to defend myself. I just wanted to draw a clear line between me and he folks who glamorize violence.

And with that, Here’s “Talkin’ Bout” verses 1 & 2

“Cause Niggas get plucked like guitars get strummed,

so anyday I can ending your bluff with a flick of the arm,

In anyway that you be wanting – I pump it and give bodily harm

to parts you thought ain’t exist, and I swear – it’s all in the wrist

– I make sure you ain’t gettin’ far…

I don’t like no Black-on-Black Violence,

but I can’t relax with you tryin’,

to stick up a nigga while I’m gettin’ mine – that’s why that gat got a silencer…

To hush you hoes,

a nigga like me, ain’t livin’ like he, was raised my mr. Cliff Huxtable,

the gun’ll be keepin’ me comfortable.

Shout out to Mr. Clif,

One of the pros,

tell me who’s fuckin’ with Mr. 6, teen when he spittin’ that Southern Flow?

uh-unh – No!

No it ain’t a long list,

I go beyond this,

and alot of your expectations,

I’m bombing on detonation.

Tick tick tick Blowe!

Now you need the squad for the track

this is it – now pardon my raps,

When I spit, you oughta take naps – rest

Yes…

See I put my heart on the track,

to do better – you better hope that you can get God on the track cause see!

(Hook)

That’s that shit I be talking about,

And I’ll be damned if you catch me runnin’ off at the mouth.

See that’s that shit I be talkin’ about,

and I’ll be damned if you catch me runnin’ off at the mouth.

So if you see me gettin’ Live,

you should know I got a reasoning behind,

I get it goin if you squeezin’ into mine,

So you should focus – nigga read between the lines…

I’d rather do than just talk about action…

You headed in the wrong direction,

I twist your head in the wrong direction – have you walking backwards – so talk with discretion…

What I spit is all for protection, it ain’t about representing no reputation or section – No!

Listen…

I just fuck ho’s – I don’t smoke shit,

I don’t get throwed, and no, I never sold shit!

But where you find them drug dealers is where my home is,

niggas be moving more crystals than a can of Folgers!

Gotta get that money man!

Since you know I don’t drink or smoke then don’t be surprised or don’t think I won’t put gun-in-hand!

And slap you with it if my health’s at risk,

I clap a nigga out of self-defense,

none of that runnin’ man!

But it ain’t no boastin’ or braggin’

muthafucka I hope you’re not askin’

to see the chrome that I’m rappin about – cause won’t be no flashin‘.

Long as you know I ain’t flappin’,

my mouth,

you’ll understand what I’m yappin’ about

– lights out!

Cause see!”

Hope you learned something…

Click the link below to Download the mixtape & hear the track.

http://www.malik-16.com/download_crazy8s.html

Hot 16… Or More… BE ONLY YOU

In my last installment, I mentioned how my initiation year (’06-07) kicked off with nice collaborations with artists who I either reconnected with, or were still cool enough with me to have some kind of bond with. It could be that, or they were still early in their careers and their image of me being the dude who rapped his ass off was still fresh in their heads. I’m guessing that it didn’t hurt that I just made a historic Rap City appearance months before huh?

Anyway, One of these talented folks who I reconnected with is Mr. Lavell “Vell Vegas” Evans. One of the most talented Vocalists I’ve ever heard, I went to middle school with Vegas, and grew accustomed to hearing him croon up and down the halls, trying to pick up girls and even interrupting class with his random singing. You could imagine how glad I was to see that he was still persuing music and following his voice and heart. He even went to school for it, and put me on to a bunch of people who knew a bunch of people who I would come to know later. Talk about networking… I tell you, that Myspace was revolutionary in it’s prime! It’s hard to believe that I have been doing this for 4 years now, grinding, making a name… I have to thank Vell for being one of the first people to believe in me and pull me along with him. I would ride out on those long trips to Rockland County just to sit up and write R&B songs and rap verses with him and a crazy collective of songwriters, instrumentalists, and producers called TopScale Entertainment. Out of those sessions came this song, which I witnessed Vell write with Nick Slay literally in 45 minutes, bridge and everything, as the beat was being tweaked and enhanced. I was more than happy to be apart of it, even though Vell didn’t think it needed a rap verse. It was more of a TopScale decision (Shout outs to Woody, Pierre and Co.!!). Vell later thanked me after he marinated with the song for like a year, and it finally saw the light of day.

So a little after “The Cross” remix dropped that placed me next to Nas on a Tapemasters Inc. Mixtape courtesy of then-producer John Shotti (Another connect made through Vegas, who was a frequent producer for him back then as well), came this song – “Be Only You”. Now my verse is simple sounding, but a little more complex once you really listen. Which is why it’s here in this section today. I think it took all of  us a second to catch some of the slickness. You be the judge.

“I got this girl,

she got that stuff,

she make her man come get it,

(But…)

I got One girl, that I just can’t get rid of.

Am I wrong cause I’m with keisha,

Tamala, Anna and Janae??

I keep a different girl just to occupy my day!

Or maybe I’m addicted to sex like Eric Benet,

Cut my hair off over the stress like Eric Benet.

And got the nerve to call myself getting away…

From the memory,

but the mirror tell me I’m fake!

cause even though now, I heavily date,

I find myself comparing every girl to you – counting every mistake.

So it’s me that got a problem,

cause I still might need and want ya,

so my feeling teeter-totter,

– like a building seated on a…

shaky foundation…

We was on the rocks,

like tequila or some vodka – think we need another shot.

Or should we just leave it alone and move along?

Instead of that tequila – upgrade it to Patron.

And Velli – he should know, cause he hitting them models,

just to keep his mind clear,

then he hitting that bottle!

-And it got him throwin’ up,

got him torn up,

and it’s all cause of this thing,

tryin’a keep thoughts of,

how he lost love, away but something’s missing.

It got him throwin’ up,

got him torn up,

and it’s all cause of this thing…

So if you gettin’ gone,

go on with the gettin’ on,

This a song I wish you was never even mentioned on!”

Hope you learned something…

You can hear this song and download it free on my music page; http://malik-16.bandcamp.com/track/be-only-you

Hot 16…Or More…DRIVE SLOW

If 2006 was my introductory year and the debut of the man you’ve all come to know and love as Malik-16, then 2007 was certainly the year of the pop-up appearances.

In this sense, I mean some of my cohorts from my D.C. days who still considered me cool enough to do a mixtape track with would hit me up periodically throughout said year. This was before everyone started relying on blog attention to define them and letting the hype get to their heads. A time where somebody could hit you up and  just make a collab happen, not a ‘speak to my management’ kind of situation. *Sigh*…

Anyway, one of these cohorts of mine is a young man who thought enough of me to ask me to lend 32 bars to his Let My People Know mixtape series. This young Man is none other than the DMV area’s own, Laelo Hood, and he’s extended fam from my long lost Coalition Crew. Speaking of which, with a rush mix by Coalition leader and founder, Shak-C, this is one of my most unpolished sounding verses, but one of my favorites.  The homie Laelo’s been putting in work for an area that still hasn’t gotten it’s proper kick start yet, but is well on it’s way, and he’s one of the reasons why. Always wanting to bring balance to the game as a reality rapper, Lo asked me to spit a thoughtful verse over the instrumental of Kanye West’s “Drive Slow” that would fit the tone of what he was trying to get across with his rendition. Basically using storytale style verses to take the listeners into our personal experiences growing up in the hood, it was cautionary by being exemplary, not preachy…Similar to 2Pac’s “Shorty Wanna Be A Thug”, which uses the same sample Kanye did for his.

So here in this verse, is the hood experience from my angle, where I touch on the stupidity of it’s glamorization, and take pride in being toughened up by it, but rising above it.

Here goes…

“I got my 7-session driving lesson in the streets of new York,

And my direction was the best one after seeing dudes caught…

Up in the same routine,

Myself said

self!

ain’t no way you careenin’ out your lane – use speed!

So I took them sad songs up off the page you’ve seen,

and now my sad songs pay… I made Blue,

Green…

(And I sing…)

Cause you don’t know the half on a nigga,

you should ask ’bout him, if you live in glass houses – and you throw rocks!

(And where he get his swagger from?)

Straight from Douglass Avenue, where they love they cash, and don’t love no cops!

(On the Road of Life)

I channeled my anger…

with my hand on the grain,

feel like Danity Kane, I ShowStop!

Before my Granny passed,

I remember that she asked me to keep being a good boy – become a good man!

(Now look at where you at!)

Now I’m in an industry that say ‘you gotta keep it hood boy, to make a good grand!

And if not,

you flop!

You ain’t got no street credit; Delete – edit you out the box!

But you know that Malik’s never been orthodox,

he usually think with his head out the box!

-Like it’s…

encrypted in code…

It’s been cold ever since that New York Blood & Crip shit – he drenched in…

That old street sentiment,

so he park the car, and breeze thru the tenements,

if these walls could talk….

They’d speak with their eyes closed…

and it eats at me when,

THESE nerdy niggas who ain’t never drove…

get all geeked tryin’a rep it,

but the piece I don’t get is…

How you gonna speak on some streets you ain”t been in???!

– Drive Slow.”

Hope you learned something.

To hear or download this track, you can click on the link to my newly formed music page courtesy of Bandcamp.com http://malik-16.bandcamp.com/track/drive-slow

It’s all free, and all me! Catch up on all of my mixtapes if you’ve been sleeping all of this time.

*Zoloft Files Edition* Hot 16…Or More…10 YEAR REUNION

On this Day 16 of my whole Zoloft Files mixtape series, which marks the FINAL day, I just wanted to show love to the person who’s idea this whole day by day thing was in the first place. Shout out to the girl Naima for encouraging me to make a movement and a spectacle of this project which was intended to be really exclusive, personal and underground. She told me that I should use this as content for the blog after I told her that the tape would only be put out to promote it.

This is also poetic in it’s own way…

This is me presenting you with an ending and a beginning. This is the last day of me covering my 16 day adventure of who I know and who’s heard what.  Me letting you into my life both visually and sonically. Me giving you my words so you can have a better idea of what I intended for you to hear, and what I was thinking when I wrote them. This is also me introducing you to my team: the duo who is poised to take me to the next place you may see the kid pop up. They asked to be down for the ride. So here you go. Watch what happens…

Let’s end this correctly. You all remember those awkward moments right? Those parts of your younger life that you’d like to leave behind or omit? How important are those wonder years to you? Well, whether you’ve already had yours or you’re anticipating it coming up, here’s a fictional glimpse into the worst possible outcome of mine – which should be popping up soon.

I always thought about how this would go down, way before the reality of it was in the view, so it was only right that I squeeze it on this project and round out the somber with a little humor.

For some reason, once again – I’m using a Kanye beat.

I know you can relate.

“This is a bootleg loop,

the cafeteria just fed us bootleg soup.

And now they relocating us,

to the 2nd floor in the gym – or as Oscar like to say it – the gynasium.

What up Oscar?

Aren’t you glad?

That you’re a 2002 grad, and not a 2000?

The new Millenium class,

Here we go again – let it scratch, and did I mention?

This is a bootleg loop,

we wonderin’ why we all went to this bootleg school.

And the name ain’t sayin much…

Only school in Manhattan that had to explain to others where the location was.

So sorry we’re not La Guardia,

wasn’t Fine Arts – but promise I was Avant Garde enough!

For everyone…

Hello everyone,

welcome to the 10 Year Reunion, thank you very much.

For reminding me,

of the shy Malik,

-the Mr. ugliest yearbook picture of all time Malik – Why Malik??

Don’t be so hard on yourself,

how was college? tell me now, are you a doctor as well?

…No I’m a dropout, dumbbell..

I was feeling like shit when I came in – now I feel like Hell!

(Thanks)

I’d like to drop a dumbbell…

On your Prada shoes – but I gotta move, I’m not doing well.

So on my way to the bathroom,

I see ol’ boy from Math 2…

Who liked to laugh – do jokes up in back 2 rows,

-that dude!

Yep,

…Clown of the classroom…

After a couple cracks about my height,

he take a couple stabs at how my life,

ain’t exactly how I…

imagined it’d be,

he said my braces probably be platinum before me, whatever that means.

Asked me why I ain’t on T.V.,

pat me on the back as if the jokes weren’t all on me,

and yeah I’m laughing back politely saying “calm down, just breathe’,

fighting the urge to slap his happy ass,

and shellack the floor with his teeth!

But then I thought, ‘hold up…

this dude was foolish,

and class clowns always turn out to be losers!’

Come to find out,

he owns computer labs

-designed a troubleshooter program – now who can use the math?!”

Hope you learned something…

Click the picture of the mixtape cover to download it.

*Zoloft Files Edition* Hot 16…Or More…THE EMPTY

Follow me now. I’m just describing a feeling here…

“A box without it’s contents,

boxing with my conscience,

Rocky when it come to sparring with my shadow – I’m just…

A champ in it,

dampening the mood a little,

-pardon if I brood a little – mind slips…

I’ve just been subdued a little.

They say get busy living,

if life’s work,

my cubicle’s a bit small for all of my life’s work.

So my first thought is: Make space,

Get busy dyin is the other choice,

I can hear the other voice…

Tryin’a fuck-up the boy…

devil on my left,

the angel on my right,

tryin’a again to fill up another void.

But it’s too massive,

a true chasm,

-You can pull rabbits of out my chest – it’d be true magic

-you would have to use to put back in,

the right components,

the cusp between wanting and not wanting, I’m on it.

When I’m alone with myself,

I go in a mode where I might condone me depriving myself…

Of Life itself!

Might as well – my only attonement,

is going off the deep-end so I can dive into Hell!

Knowing it’s a sin if you subscribe to that belief,

but suicide is a relief – and all I leave behind is a shell…

Of my former self- shell of a man,

have my fam sayin ‘how could he? he was so intelligent, damn!’

but then,

it won’t matter tho…

I’ll just be laying in a ditch now,

empty out the clip -blowe!

Tally-Ho!

Why is my niggsa alway talkin’ that friendly shit?

You friends never be around when depression hit!

It’s too late,

they wonder why you ain’t express the shit,

I can’t explain – it’s nothin as tragic as Emptiness…”

Hope you learned something….

Click the picture of the mixtape cover to download it.

*Zoloft Files Edition* Hot 16…Or More…RELIGULOUS

This one you just gotta listen to and read…

“I know that I believe in God,

I’m just not sure how it is I do,

and if the Christians’ right – I don’t know how I’m gettin’ through,

and if the Muslims’ right, then Iam hippocritical,

– couldn’t’ve been a Jew if I wanted – due to the different hue.

Maybe I can join the Israelites – but them the dudes,

who are often impolite towards them who cruise,

the sidewalks of New York – which they choose to turn into pews.

To preach more division,

like is your religion…

Tryin’a beat up mine?

I find more contentment,

in the notion that we all float in this Solar system…

Free to go as we come – in need of no permission.

Easy Go – easy come – indeed – if we all sinners,

born into what we ain’t done – we made no decisions.

Easily so, we have become so defenseless,

to things they wrote and reasons spun from old inventors.

We just re-run with no convictions,

don’t ask too much before you end up…

Ash to ash, dust to dust, and then what?

Denial is not just a river that you get sent up.

The 5 percenters used to ask, what today’s mathematics,

cause something just don’t add up – like a Gay Catholic.

So What’s the frequency Kenneth?

That’s me, in the corner – the illusion was too big.

Recalling speaking to my brother bout us losing our Religion,

the preachers try to warn ya ’bout us speaking blasphemous when…

There’s fanatics on every side – it’s been a business,

it’s behind the genocides – and in the trenches…

In most wars,

lost souls need guidance…

So why not take advantage of folks’s need to find this…

Ever elusive reason…

meaning of life shit,

I guess belief keeps us from over – philosophizing.

But belief is a choice…

And right now Malik is devoid, of any denominational ties that bind him…

To be another guy that’s tryin’a remix The Bible,

or be a sheep to what’s inside it!

I touched what I never touched before,

seen what I never seen before,

woke up and seen the sun,

Sky high!

And I tried…

I can quote Carinthians and Samson and Delilah,

recite in Arabic entire Fatihah lines,

– tell you bout untouchables in India – but why lie?

When I think all that religion stuff’s a little skewed,

interpretations lead perpretrations to bend the rules.

We know half the stuff done in it’s name is miscontrued,

and us Agnostics is wrapped up within the worldy view.

You know Agnostic is just another word for confused…

we all are,

you’ll be happy once you admit it too…”

Hope you learned something…

Click the picture of the mixtape cover to download it.

*Zoloft Files Edition* Hot 16…Or More…ANALYZE THAT

In this joint, I play Doctor to myself and pull apart all of the factors that may be possible contributors to what would make such an otherwise happy-go-lucky young man turn into this self – pitying  somber rapper who needed to make a trilogy of depressing songs to make you the company to his misery. All this while reminding me that Iam the answer to all of my problems. Deep stuff huh? Maybe I should have stayed in school and put that psych major to work huh?

Here’s that verse…

“Well,

to conclude…

My appropriate diagnosis I have come to…

Your mind’s engulfed with, time and goals you’re trying run to…

And I hope you’re not biting off more than you might chew,

so why focus on bitin’ off T.I. and that group?

When your diet’s all a quiet dose of triumph subdued?

For your mind it’s food,

and your supply’s huge.

Your time alone provides a hole that’s dire to you,

your eyes are on a  prize you know’s so far out of view.

But here’s what’s interesting:

You’re close to it…

It’s slightly underneath your nose – you’re unnoticed – and you know it – so it’s daunted your mood,

and it’s so sickening,

you suppose quitting is something to do

-well…

You have to ask yourself: what’s your options?

You told me on the phone before you got in…

that you actually, been considering – going,

back to college…

Even though you hated it in undergrad at Howard.

But now you’re playing with the thought of being a psychologists – like me,

going all the way to get your doctorate!

But would that entail stoppin,

with the music?

And is stopping a thing that you could truly go through with?

Or could you do them simultaneously?

It might take a wee bit more effort -but you get why I’m saying these things, right?

…These are questions you must ask inside…

to make sure you’re not caught up in frustration indeed.

Like when you say to me you wanna quit life,

is that momentary?

Or have there been times before that?

I can’t ignore that,

but I would ask what would bring on that…

feeling so resolute, and absolute

-let’s go back when you said you had all the chics and lost them,

and make sure you’re not so used to this performance – this ladies man persona,

but when you’re really all a -lone…

It’s difficult – it’s awkward.

And with no one to talk ta, it probably on this,

conclusive thought of the end – but it depends – you started writing these songs all cause,

the things that we just talked on – so then…

It has a function – it’s cathartic,

and you shouldn’t feel bad about it, no matter all the volumes…

If you need to write a hundred songs it’s alright,

it’s self-healing,

really it is keeping you alive.

Cause your drive, is exceptional…

But what underlies, is you desire to feel you’re accepted too.

You have a mild obsession with wanting to feel special…

to be praised and,

see the best of you.

In other words you wanna

but not in a conventional way,

you wanna be up on a pedestal.

You’re afraid to be common,

which is common…

listen, you are not crazy – I promise!

But the odd part is:

talking to me here,

Is kinda like talking to the mirror…

Which defines your mental health…

especially if you answer right back,

so you have just diagnosed yourself!

So Analyze That…”

Hope you learned something…

Click the picture of the mixtape cover to download it.

*Zoloft Files Edition* Hot 16…Or More…DEFLATED

I owe this one to Beyonce, Jay, and all the women in lifetime…

Thanks for the inspiration!

“Ego.

I used to have a big one,

Leniece said;

it’s cause I have a Big One.

And think that I can solve the World’s problems with my dick but…

I wish that was the case…

Everytime I get a little taste…

Of what Love feels like – the chics give a little chase…

Runnin…

When they’ the ones who chose to come initiate…

All that serious shit,

and I be happy goin’ with the flow,

til a chic hit me with that ‘miss you’ – ‘want you’ – ‘Love you’ tone.

M words,

L words,

I text ’em back like ‘K. word!’,

3 months later:

They all calling me the A word!

In M-A-L-I-K”s world…

Women get respected,

til a woman flip the record,

-then that bitch can get ejected!

Out the rotation – yeah I use a CD reference,

cause my Love is still analog,

Digital chics is headaches.

So I said I’d never-EVER! Date a girl my sister’s age,

yeah I considered Esha some point in 2008.

But besides that,

I stayed far away – cause that’s disgusting,

plus the difference in age,

makes it difficult to trust an,

at this space where I’m at – I need that!

Young chics is still finding where they wanna be at!

‘Til they 25 – they don’t see that,

think they got it, figured out…

Play the field ’til they realize they tilled all the minerals out!

They done,

Hoed the Garden,

Uprooted the plants,

after all the tops that’s tube, and all the stretch pants.

Then they get it, that they just got, rid of the best man,

in their blossoming period – so when winter come again;

They settle down and get serious,

and start all over,

plant seeds, where it seemed,

all the weeds took over.

Trade their hydroponic knowledge for

‘Look! I’ve become a Mama!’

-All you thinkin’ is;

‘that child, coulda been mine if your mama

-was ready,

back then…’

But that’s alot to be askin’…

for a 22 year old to really see her actions – like…

Tellin a 20 year old,

not to get smashed when,

her birthday is comin…

yeah – that’s something to imagine – so!

I don’t think it’s meant to be – be…

Being happy apparently ain’t for me – I think…

I’ve been cursed – for not having that little me – me!

When I could’ve – so that bullet has murdered thee, thing,

that i value most in life – that’s L-O-V-E!

…Now the curse is that I can’t find no one for me – sheesh!

And honestly, at 23…

I was inconsistent too,

Yeah the feelings were there – but I did not exhibit them through, my actions…

Back then,

-and we’ve all heard – that old adage;

That actions speak louder than words – word!

Word…

Mr. God’s -Gift to women,

just realized he been trippin…

Believed my own hype for a minute.

But now I finally get it;

I’m really not that far from my beginnings as a novice;

a kid who was unpolished, and starved for attention…

From chics – it’s just…

Been so long I’ve been pimpin’,

So hard on that Hitch shit,

Like I was really Will Smith,

but nah – that was just an…

Illusion,

Regardless of all the chics who insisted that my dicks the biggest!

My conscience has been hit,

my male pride has been derailed by…

The only 2 that I let know me, and what they do?

…Turn around and let go me,

‘boo-hoo’.

My life ain’t rosy, but I roll with it,

my mind was fine until the ho’s hit it, and told me my Ego did it.

Well it’s Deflated now,

congratulations – my faith is down,

Thanks for all the Break-ups – you can take a bow…”

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*Zoloft Files Edition* Hot 16…Or More…BLACK

It’s only right for Black History Month. This one speaks for itself…

BLACK,

I said before that that’s the color in me…

It’s in my aura – everything begins B

LACK!

Therefore,

no Sephora, Kenneth Cole or Ralph Lauren can scent me.

It’s how I feel towards Love – it’s skin deep,

Feel like I’m Black-balled in this industry…

Blacklisted,

Black is the

Color of my True Love’s hair;

Black Sister.

Black In America

Straight off the backs of the slaves they brought back and forth – Black ships to carry them.

Black in the Era of…

Paper from rap,

all it takes is a smash, to have Black kids delirious.

Black:

Dark as you like – Black Starry Night,

Black:

Apart of the life – marches and riots,

Black:

Apologize for what I look like (Ha!)

Black:

Pardon my sight – if ya’ll don’t like

I’m Black!

Yeah, my father always taught me to be proud of that,

Say it near, say it clear – say it loud in fact…

Buy Black, Black Owned – living life as if,

everyday’s a Black-Tie Affair – how fly is that?

Black Monday,

to Black Friday

Black Market to Crash market – son I make:

Black money, Black moneyBlack Enterprise,

Blackmail meBlack-Belt’ll Black a nigga’s eye!

Blackout!

Black males be hypnotized,

by the Blacktail – but it’s Black beauty who gets to ride!

Like the Hornet, but it’s more like Black fist attire…

Black leather, Black Gloves – no Simpson – just

BLACK!

Like outer space, all on my face,

Black:

as the abyss or in a cave,

Black:

the absence of color, or just the sum of it

Black:

Black as the MotherlandBlack Republicans!

Black:

Chicken & grits, video chics – that’s

Black:

Hispanic freinds, who won’t admit they are

Black:

Africans and Carribeans, who are Black!

Who HATE to be called Americans – cause Black

…Is the worst thing to ever be!

Blacks,

be the only peeps who lost EVERYTHING!

So I let the ink drip, and it channels;

the hue of my mood,

like the end of The Sopranos

Black!

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*Zoloft Files Edition* Hot 16…Or More…OCTOBER

October 22nd,

the month I was born. You’ve Never met a rapper more proud of being Born in said month or of being a Libra.

This is my mission statement.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it.

“Winter Spring and Summer put on Nice shows,

But when the breeze came, then I put on my coat,

and when the leaves change – that’s the way that I know,

that,

I’m Home

Born into the fall – will I fall? I feel like I have,

Fallin – if I fall – hope it’s forward, and never back.

Brought some more time for him to crawl up – back on his path,

My aura’s always been Orange – also a little Black.

Halloween tinted,

No tricks or treats with it,

-nah – just me and Lenox, Edgecombe and St.Nicholas

– in the crazy 80’s

facing the epidemics,

-cooked cocaine babies…

make believe corner-chemists.

The first day I breathed – 22nd,

weighed me in the same way that them dealers was weighing they crack to sell…

…So here comes baby me – made to be, something special,

-parents made a Libra,

so yeah, I know I about them scales.

I understand the Balance,

but couldn’t stand the boundaries surrounding,

I promised myself, I’d fly out ’em.

But I was more Daedalus than Pegasus,

Dad had made us wings,

but the sun had done away with them.

So back on concrete I created this,

virtual escape with this,

trend that had came in with the kids who was breakin’ an,

kids with tin cans on subways spraying names with them,

Disco DJ’s began scratching – something happened called rapping and it caved me in!

Suddenly became the win,

wings couldn’t work last time – but rhymes gave me wind!

So I couldn’t fly,

just glide…

but that was just fine, cause it took me outside…

Of my life, and the chaos out-right,

-if at least for a minute, that’s enough to buy time.

Now I was introduced to comic books,

same time rhyming shook, the world – so as a 5-year old – I just put…

The 2 in same place…

Cause to me,

Professor X and KRS had the same face!

Their goals were the same, basically:

Stop The Violence,

Use all their natural powers,

naturally I was…

Drawn to it – hopin’ I could, actually try ta,

join the X-Men or De La, or Stetsasonic,

When I get,

Older,

and grow up in the mold of – a superhero, who’s blown up on a poster – since…

Being a rapper’s the closest…

Thing to being larger than life – with the exposure…

You can really touch people’s life – in the tone of,

– a whole song…

In a positive light,

Tho’ we know the,

negative is always in sight,

My Persona…

Would be a product of my,

very own month,

It’s funny how the Fall takes life,

just to grow some,

then it brings an earlier night,

like there’s no sun,

then it change the temperature slight,

a little colder,

but then you get to dress up the flyest,

So here’s my Ode ta,

the part of year that’s my favorite time,

when the old does,

away to make room for the new…

October

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