Stumbled across this old “mixtape” I made in ‘05 (“Works in Progress”). Buggin out on how I rapped back then. My patterns and cadence had some rawness to them. Maybe I’m trippin cause I’m an older rapper now and I take into account things like… breathing lol. This song in particular was interesting to listen to because my voice and rage were so coarse, and thinking back to those times I am remembering why. The bewildering shit is that almost a decade later not much has changed in the world.
"…blood from a hundred battles drippin from my utensil
so cold when I open my mouth my lips tremble
assemble each line with a piece of our past
til the day when our kids can see freedom at last…”