A VINDICATION FOR ALL YOU TEXT CATS OUT THERE. KEEP WRITING- PURSUE RECORDING. this started out in this forum, made its way into audio a few months later.
this is my flow in its best form right now........
Third verse to "Crates"
please download and drop the feedback .
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I turn a banquet room into a hip hop club
no matter what it is you do or what the fukk you smoke up
just go ahead and breathe that cigarrettes,weed,crack
hey coulter, quit fukkin with me please and bring that beat back
(it drops)
thirty years ago.... a friend of my pops
usedta dj college radio and scour record shops
and with Skips untimely passing he passed them records on
600 albums, forty-eight hundred songs
elvis temptations hendrix police
obscure discs from bands forgotten and deceased
i was nine years old when i dusted em off
listened t'all forty eight hundred/ un-coordinated young'un
who ripped in a dozen scratches ruined speakers and needles
got two brothers in real life and four others known as the beatles
squeek through in sneak shoes lipsynch to hall and oates
hear the beep, oops , answering machine, call from my folks
couldnt hear over the blast , they came home , whupped my ass
never had to ask, johnny's been touching the phonograph
could tell the knobs moved , who screwed with the eq?
nine years old , home alone , what'd they expect me to do..... on the breaks.