I've seen them attack indivisible invisible mics under hot street lights
The unforeseen energy
The bass of voices
The similes
The metaphors
The verbal fights
The urban hype
I've seen brothers peel back time and remember times of crimes, street life
Some lived lives of lies
And like a prince they shined
Ghetto Mafioso fictions
The suns, the moons and stars clash between zenith Titans
As lions shook Zion in their pride, boasted logos
In 29 degrees brothers build 360 degrees of heat per sentence to the finished in combats
To represent their desires, their love, their hates, their comings and goings in secret prayers
Chanting hidden modern incantations only the real understand
Only a universal mind set can welcome God’s noir street language and pay homage to the struggle tested from the middle
passage
Travelled from the Ivory Coast Dark Continent
Dipped in antiquity’s cultures
(Birthed in Mother Africa by Will of the Creator)
Now their words are forgotten
Their name marked away from memory
The brothers are long gone
But their deeds are not faded
Their light shine to other young bright rays’ the young burning suns-their purpose is done
A piece of them is in a piece of me-is a piece of us supreme beings
And here I am-here to pass it on to all my peoples
In every word some here that east coast thunder flavored flow once again forever-ears to all
In inhales exhales their spirits guide my passions imbedded with my flawed but unique techniques
But even when I stammer you feel their hammer
But even when I cannot articulate you feel the unspoken wordsmith protector’s essence-by blood, by
Transcendences beloved brotherly love, by representing they give me the strength to be stronger, to be better, TO BE A
ROCK THAT’S UNBREAKABLE, to be a master because I-REMEMBER!?!