Like U Neva

Lifes short make friends like u neva keep ya head up show love like ya' neva' calm storms and short tempers make ya' smile ya' umbrella weather the weather whether they precipitate hate or try to rain on your parade grateful for another day we came a long way from slave trades but still enslaving the same way i try to think out side the box so many locked like me encaged in cages there legacy faceless young Webster on the outside got his head in his hands looking out the project window for the definition of man he finds nothing but the neva' ending gangsters with dutch and phillie blunts cops on manhunts mangling runners with handguns next to the dash and the parentheses dead niggas list of pretenders suspended like trapeze circus acts aired out with noone to catch them looming large in life is decision but haze blurs vision and people go milk box missing the spirit is forever look torward future endeavors pray for the world but live like u neva cause like Americans we idol we dnt last forever...

A Crazy Dream

Im living in a crazy dream/Cold thoughts walking barefoot in snow eating ice cream/My eyes scream from a brain freeze/Size 12's fall six feet deep than I sneeze/I think warm thoughts and the icicles melt off my eyelid to blink/I think of a time share in the Poconos sipping frigid lemonade/Cold renegade fades to a low caesar to form his bregade/Succumbs to clippers he slips into slippers and slips away/Eyes fixated on a Coors Light commercial/Colder than the Rockies flow deciphers lies in ciphers and squashes crickets with Pinocchios/None betta in rainstorms theres no Reign under my umbrella/Im fly and you totes weather retainin' water like feathers/Satellites aren't kryptonite to my receptions my antennas inflict harm on fop and show love to peasants/Intellect interjects right near where ignorance intersects/Mel Gibson couldn't foresee this scribes clarity if he directed another apocalypse/Signs will help you steer clear holdin' whats dear, near sincerely yours,Mr.Still Here dont bark up that oak bloke beware

Lyrical Locomotive

Chug chug chug full steam ahead bars are us express to wherever and whenever you mind felt pressed/A stench reaks from the crammed subway car underground so far from a cloud/No precipiation to be instigating rude awakenings/Childhood makes me think Hey Arnold as I see tikes fits/the car screeches and makes me see/The world and humanity with just a hint of sanity,profanity and profound possiblity of brushing into the next canditate for murder, love, fantasy or the next president for candidacy/Rides lead to the sublime Helga-esque obsessed mind with football heads as shrines/So much on a young one's mind my subconscious makes me grasp a feeling or concepts than contracts before birthing a newborn that is a new day like sunshine everlasting Sunny D-enlightenment cause a blu ray and my Silver Screens are my eyes causing full moons and moon-slaves a howl and tidal waves makes my skin still brown but the color on the locomotive so gray never repressed I regress but as long as Im in service I run to express no less...

WHERE HIP HOP LIVES

If you don't know some of the names I am about to name you should definitely get up on them. I know some people just don't appreciate whatever is not on the radio anymore and I get that. You have been too used to letting your mind being melted from Lil Wayne, and 50 Cent. Honestly I will not assume, but most of my generation I think thinks that Hot 97, and Power 105 are actually true to their slogans that make you believe that that's where "Hip Hop Lives". Word!!!!!If that's the case where's the dude at? I wanna drink an Old English 40 Ounce with that dude roll one up, and watch some GOOD TIMES!!!DYNOMITEEEE! NO! It's not gonna happens like that family, I'm sorry but that thing with those speakers, and those white earphones that are on full blast cranking Souljaboy and messing up your equilibrium are not conducive to your knowledge.

Hey I'm not a Hip Hop purist. I like to crank something with a good beat sometimes, but sue me I like diversity, and if I am going to let some white execs at Clear Channel media conglomerate question my intelligence(with the exception of Peter Rosenberg show on Sunday nights 12-2)I will be bankrupt. The radio is making young people think today that only "good music" get's played on the radio today, and oh my are they being misled. I would rather freestyle battle accapela with Vanilla Ice than just listen to the radio, and think that.


There are some new artists that are making Hip Hop there home however, and trying to warm the place up out of the cold. Colin Munroe is a niche artist from Toronto, Canada and he's dope. He's different, and will make it big if he keeps it up with songs like "Piano Lessons" featuring Joell Ortiz(Produced by Black Milk), and "Will I Stay" featuring WALE. He's like a white Canadian version of Ryan Leslie to me because he fits no mold, and in this era of Hip Hop different (in my opinion) equals success if not quality, and I'll take that over quantity ANY DAY.



Another ill artist is a brother named NORTH from the Bronx who reps Division X, and he comes as raw as they come. Life experience no bs, and certainly someone people need to check out. I interviewed him, and another artist named Hipnotiq (also repping the BX), and he described himself as an indie artist rather than an "Underground artist" NORTH said "I'm indie when your underground your dead"

Well said my brother well said...I will keep studying and you should too. Let me learn you. Don't be afraid of knowledge we learn something every single day. About ourselves this beautiful world we live in and each other. Malcolm X once said "The future belongs to those who prepare for it today"...THE HIP HOP STUDY has you covered just consider us a cheat sheet...

What IF????

Jadakiss new album to be simply out is FIRE!!!!!!!! It sold close to 135,000 in album sales in it's 1st week, and it made me think about alot of things like WHAT IF?...One if his songs featuring Nas is called what if, and it asks a lot of questions starting with the same line, like his song WHY from his second album. Jada is no doubt in my mind one of the best NY lyricists, and I thank God for his gritty street knowledge and respect him for his raw flow, but sometimes the current state of Hip Hop (especially when it comes to N.Y.) makes me ponder the same with WHY'S? and WHAT IF's...




Like WHY did Jadakiss have to feature O.J. "DA" JUICEMAN to make his song who's real hot?

WHAT IF Biggie and Tupac where still alive(like everyone asks)would there be the same "BEEF" between the East and West Coasts?

WHY do rappers have to rely on publicizing "BEEF" with clever marketing schemes just to sell records, and not just rely on talent?(there is little)Guess I answered that one

WHAT IF Lil Wayne pursued a career in acting, and playwriting (he was in a specialized school for performance arts as a kid)would his name ring bells as Dwayne Carter the actor/playright?

WHY do rappers flaunt with money from royalty checks, and wanna-be's flaunt with dope money and welfare checks when at the end of the day they aren't "rich" at all?

WHAT IF Nas never said Hip Hop was dead?

WHY do record labels refer to those greenbacks signed to their labels as "artists" when they continue to give their "artists" crusty brushed and "brown paper bags" to make art?

AND FINALLY,

WHAT IF you were given the marketing dollars to put your name out there as an artists as militant as you might be would you sacrifice it to get rich or die trying?

Just some food for thought but honestly we have to keep it real. Hip Hop isn't the same stop with the Why's and What if's and just be.

Like U Neva

Lifes short make friends like u neva keep ya head up show love like ya' neva' calm storms and short tempers make ya' smile ya' umbrella weather the weather whether they precipitate hate or try to rain on your parade grateful for another day we came a long way from slave trades but still enslaving the same way i try to think out side the box so many locked like me encaged in cages there legacy faceless young webster on the outside got his head in his hands looking out the project window for the definition of man he finds nothing but the neva' ending gangsters with dutch and phillie blunts cops on manhunts mangling runners with handguns next to the dash and the parentheses dead niggas list of pretenders suspended like trapeze circus acts aired out with noone to catch them looming large in life is decision but haze blurs vision and people go milkbox missing the spirit is forever look torward future endeavors pray for the world but live like u neva cause like americans we idol we dnt last forever...

HIP HOP PERSONIFIED

Deep Breathing,Streets screaming

If you know what it held
than you know how he felt
cause' the hand he was dealt
made him feel pain that he felt
and the translation was stealth
didn't see it coming the transformation
It happened so fast so fast too fast
too fast and it was painful becuase
he couldn't understand himself for him
what he wanted to be his soul was in
chains cause' he was feeling pain
was aching for things things of
the world anaerobic bacteria yes
non-living things it was a hidden agenda
wanted to roll with spenders and pollute
the beggars
thought it was cool to solicitate with vendors
they were cold-hearted beings not meant
for the world
like I said the crooks had cruel criterion
everyday was a test a beleif in flesh led to
death whats left is meth and cocaine
amongst that crack left from corners
that gave out drug daps and money like it was
fauceted through taps
everyday drank and everybody drowned
when there was a drought sufferers were lost
but never found several feet in the ground,
their feet were shackled
nailed to firey eternities
like stigmata replaced by the streets
they hurt so do you
with mushy food and bad diets you might as well
eat fried everything
even your gray matter is burnt out
your body is wahed up and lifes a beach at first
than you see your potential wash up than your not shore
its not all its cracked up to be
I'm trying to use my energy
thats why my pens with me
I've arrived I'm not a statistic
I could be somewhere in cold places
where tough guys can't survive because
"tough guys" give screwfaces and scumbags and murderers
use sharp dental tools to give long distance telephones
that may start beyond a brother brow
he was in gods image once beautiful and brown
with a smile that could light up the ocean floor
now he full of grimaces, fast thoughts,paranoia and false witnesses
he's a muslim with a big brother named Bubba and will
be in there longer because of a fella named Dubya
and his conscience half-way through his sentence has awoken
out of its slumber
come out of it is reality and landed back to sanity
but wait
his craftiness and player mentality went like symbiosis
and attached itself to tragedy
and all his past agressions moved like a caravan
this nomadic fad obsessed bogeyman
home is not recognized so instead of working for currency
he's plotting currently for revisitation and waiting for smarter ways
to slip past and make wiser decisions
Never get caught if your not cheating your not trying
if your out dying and fighting you failed yourself
and his tale is grim realization of failure
hearts black as coal
skin brown as earth he stepped on
when he wanted clientel that served him well and did him well
for a short time but trife
last for eons and so did the consequences because
the reasons for his undoing was now in perspective
coughing up blood it just...
went in his back came out his juggular now he didnt have to have
lead poisining for bullets to live and be stuck in him
its because of him that the outcome is so numb and so meaningless
streets will scream with this and the game has creeps with it
and its so grainy and painful thats the feeling of regret it gave
forever a slave to mentality that gave him a ghetto outlook
even kris-kross would see his backwards thinking
ause' all the liquor and the chemicals left his brain shrinking
and the parylization made it difficult
for blinking but more difficult for breathing
he should have rethought the path of his life
now he gas some quality time to do mental teething but
hes a small planet distant in the universe trying to get
off the teet of the Milky Way and you know what?
He JUST MIGHT BE OKAY?