Here is a little peak at a recording session on June 3rd with Alex Post aka Customary Alliance. His new project is going to be full of hip hoporiffic production, lyrical playfullness and serious topics alike and to top it off he’ll have E-majyn, yours truly, on two tracks. This little video is the studio session for capturing my 16 bar feature for the song, ‘playing for keeps.’ I see a sea of mcs, but not enough mystics……..
Here’e a gem of a beat from Slak that we’ve been working on for a few months. We figured it was time to give everyone a little preview of whats in the mix. This was streamed and recorded live at on the weekly Inkre:Mentals broadcast @ www.loveisconcrete.com…you can click here to watch the whole show.
Please feel free to add comments, prayers, and/or questions about the lyrics. The question we ask is: “How do you stand in pain?”
This clip is from the Rock the Block II event at Backspace. Sound quality not the best but def one of the more energetic performances we’ve done!
I’m doing this writing exercise where I get two sets three synonyms form my vocabulary book and read a Thomas Merton passage and from there write a rap for the day. Here is one that I did earlier today…. please enjoy you freaks of nature.
Allegedly there is a light switch inside of our ribs. Not the up and down, fully on or fully off kind you normally find, Thank God its the circular type that when its turned to the right it gives increments of light life to figuratively illuminate the mystery of the hush hush, and touch the untouchable and love the unlovable. Inside our chest you could turn the nob to the left to vex our lenses dimmer and darker, farther and further, virtually its a murderous potential that exists in the essence of these exasperated inner caves, thirsty for forever sun rays and plauged from these dark days. Its annoying to leave it undefined and trust it’ll be fine. Trust that if we seek we’ll find where the light switch is located so our inner inmate can be emancipated from the cell block of Son block. And be free to almost touch the sunrises and taste the sunsets. And never have to turn that nob back to the left.
To celebrate existence my brother in both births, Zachary Paul Bryan Gardner, and I went on a glorious hike up to Angels Rest in the Columbia Gorge. Here is a little freestyle action after a glorious time of saturating in the cloudy mist being aware that God is pretty much closer to me than my jugular vein. Beloved soakage. And we keep it goofy, youknowwhatI’msayin?!
