Read this as Spoken, Word?

Since T is a good enough audience for me (as I'm sure he is the only one reading these) I'll continue on at a pace ... that breaks-     

only when uninspired.  I do write more, but I haven't brought myself to exeunt some of it for various reasons.  I have found that the more you write, no matter how or what, the better you get at every angle of it.  

Hip-hop allows people to write in various dimensions, some aligning perfectly with poetry.  Whether with a beat or riding the vibes of a blank mind, words can stain a canvas with emotion in way that perhaps traditional writers could not.

Blasphemy.

  Anyhow, I just hit sumdit, so I am likely zonin.  

Here is a short bit of spoken word poetry of mine.  I don't think it's finished, but I like how it stands now as well.

I wish to sit in a seat in St. Peter's Basilica,

all the while children diligently scribbling using the prayer list

unaware it's careless.

Not that their pops is watching though-

Over your shoulder you notice him dozin;

showin his interest.

But he's convinced he's a Christian 

since

he's been heedin and followin the list of Ten

Commandments handed down

before plights or disciples or those righteous with their

Bibles.

But tonight is his one day a week 

enlightenment revival.

Dig? Word.  I am officially too chicken shit to put a video post up yet of any of this stuff, but I might in the future.  In the meanwhile, keep waitin on that E. Funk St. joint.

First and Foremost

So I've always written a little, but never to the extent that I have been recently.  I was writing some lyrics about some real strong personal shit to some RJ beat, like usual.  This time it was Uprock, from his album In Rare Form (Unreleased Instrumentals).  This beat has breaks and drops in all the right places for my cadences, so naturally, I ball out.  I actually don't even know if people are really diggin my verbaggio most of the time, which I'm sure I'll find out soon.  I really want to post those lines but I have to preserve its hidden nature for a reason that I must keep hidden itself; at least for now.  But here are a few lines that I just wrote as I listen to the song again (you should too, while you peep):

As I master the craft, faster than a MasterCraft

Speedboatin through ya ocean, you jokes hope to stay afloat

Ya head boppin, chop it open, never crop the braggadocios

Notice focus on the spoken, holdin holy scriptures open.

Put a choke-hold on what the pope told, with no dough

Or studio, just a finicky flow and a replenishing soul.

Never diminish interest in the finished product of labor,

Cravin the fame of the savior of ill inner thought relayers.

I will have to work on that more and update the post at a later date.  But, I hope you dig.  

My steez- is definitely tryin to squeeze -at least three- times as many lines as any rhyme- past or present time- at last my presence shines.  

You get the idea.  Since I've been writing and rhyming in my spare, I seem to have found a huge world of verbal possibilities that I hope to exploit.  Rusty now, shiny later.  

Well, all of this has amounted to me teaming up with R.O.B while we trudge through what's left of Clemson now that the fun has dwindled a bit.  We decided to do a concept genre-crossover album with Funk and Hip-Hop, and created a group called E. Funk St.  You can go to the Facebook group or the MySpace page to take a gander at our marvel.  There is a video posted on both that R.O. both spit;  it's also available on YouTube.

I'm diggin, you should too.  We do have a show (details through the FB group), and I'm mad anxious for that.  But until then, I'll try to stay interesting on the blearghg.

I'm just gonna leave you with a list of a few that influence my steez:

-A Tribe Called Quest

-Aesop Rock

-Atmosphere

-Brother Ali

-Hieroglyphics

-Jay-Z

-KRS One

-NaS

-Rakim

-Soul Position