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 Edition* Hot 16…Or More…ANTI-SOCIAL SOCIALITE

Day 2 kiddies.  The Zoloft Files run-by encounters continue. And the Hot 16’s continue as well.

This installment embodies the …Or More… part of this section because I had no choice but to do  the WHOLE song to get the feel of what I was describing across. In true Malik-16 fashion, I give you another glimpse into my upbringing as a resident of the Hood-Hood, and I lament on not quite fitting in anywhere. A recurring theme.

The title of this song derives from  a phrase that I thought I came up with on my own back in my sophmore year of College when me and my boy Brandon Carter released our very first mixtape together and I did the intro. Alot of my friends around campus teased me for that part of the intro, but years later, just recently, as I was traipsing thru the internets, I stumbled upon a couple uses and misuses of the saying. Some people who I KNOW shouldn’t be using those words in reference to themselves using it.

I felt some kind of way about it at the moment, but now I  say, if you feel as though this term fits your position in life currently, or describes you best, then so be it!

This is dedicated to you who can still feel dolo even while being the life of the party.

I give you the

Anti-Social Socialite


“It’s just a wrinkle in time that gets me thinking on why,

or How I even survived,

these streets’ll eat you alive!

But see these streets don’t apply…

It’s hard believing that I’m,

from the same place – I must be a beacon of light….

In shallow waters – I was born to swim,

Stay away from tides,

– had to pay my Tithes – say I’m born again.

Wasting time’s like they wait to die,

I was brought up where,

chaos thrives on Forsaken lives, on the corner yeah.

So there!

there you have it – it’s the story of a confident kid,

turned shy,

the hood made him frail.

On the same train as all them thugs, but he derailed,

so he never fell a victim to them drugs or them jails.

God knows how to pick ’em but this was a hard sale,

I was goody-2 shoes of the ghetto when crack sales,

was at, all time highs…

Them days of Rich Porter and AZ,

when Pops had like 6 stores – it was crazy!

And this the same vessel – same core that had made me,

except for we was strugglin’ – we was poor in the 80’s.

Now take those elements and then place me,

in a school full of White kids, and you can see how that change me!

It’s sorta like Cinderella ‘cept,

everyday at 3 o’Clock,

you gotta send this fella back! to his block

full of felons, on the steps, where the cops,

probably let ’em sling they rocks,

knowing this was like the start of Armageddon

-And the plot thickens…

I’m the product of two environments;

1 was in that white building,

2 was with them White children.

Now try to balance that! Quite the balance act,

Spiderman couldn’t hang upside down – I was sliding back,

and forth…

Sometimes I leaned more to the White side,

deep inside myself – I never thought it was the right side,

as a consequence – in Harlem, I was never outside,

that’s when I chose to write rhymes,

the T.V. gave me outlines.

So even as a tyke, you see I wasn’t opened quite wide,

but ain’t too many crazy folks who social life, I…

I know everybody but just can’t,

get close to nobody so fuck friends!

I go to the party and just stand,

– everybody else is so Lady GaGa – they Just Dance!

…And you can read my Pokerface,

nevermind the top, the bottom’s the loneliest place.

But ‘lonely‘s,

a word that I just don’t say…

Just not the way that I feel,

not the way I was built!

Ain’t no switching up the mood when I’m the only face,

I’m my most comfortable when I’m alone – it’s safe.

I just don’t want to be forgotten,

so that’s why every now and then I pop into the spots where they say is poppin’ and Poppin’ Champagne – tho I’m not into:

Smoking and Drinking,

Yeah I know what you’re thinking;

I’m inside, but not In!

…Dude at the Industry party posted like,

I’m trying not to Hope I’m right.

– So at the end of the note I sign,

Sincerely Yours – Mr. Anti -Social, Socialite.

I’m Gone!”

Hope you learned something…

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