There are a few that remain, but were are our record stores.
All of the songs of our youth have been reissued, repackaged, the stories and narratives reformatted and retold.
Or maybe, you know, weed.
of how the ‘Peach Fuzz‘ boys recorded a hit for the win,
Electra let Black Bastards sit in the dust bin
Subroc got the call and had to check back in,
And Zev turned DOOM
it was thrilling.
“Hold a cold one
like he hold the old gun
like he hold the microphone
and stole the show for fun
Or a foe for ransom
flows is handsome
O’s in tandem, anthem, random, tantrum”
The monotone voice, the non-faltering prose, the cultural references.
Its as if each line is written independently, every one its own declaration. Many carry double meanings or hyper visual descriptions.
Yet never departing from that party rocking braggadocio, word to Moe Dee.
“Set the stage with a goal,
to have the game locked in a cage
getting shocked with a pole”