By SUNEZ #SkillastratorLO The #PowerWrite
Cassava crackers fried in oils of complacency,
Today’s pyrex recipes of the parading powerless
SkillastratorLO say, “when will yall learn you can’t fix every hard kernel of illness by making it pop!”
So then say young warrior Nata Onca, “Word is bond God. I still got full confidence in the expiration of the sellout cause we way past 2 million here.”
Then the young G pyroclastically prepares a meal out of the prison.
Say Nata in song rhymed , ‘Mix the trap, handle the claps and run the laps. The realness will be back…out of the worst kind of prison…’
My young brother Nata Onca is one of the most talented young brothers making music. A true MC, he is an incredible performing lyricist, able to channel his absolute spiritual integrity and insight onto wax. A certain unknown illness to all, he has a varied breath control, a comfort in many tempos and so much to say with every learning he encounters. Learning that challenges the hells he’s lived, shows a pathway to the roots—them crooked culprits—that have made our situations so. As all of this collides and forges a greater mind, when he poems on wax we see the stages of a supreme being coming into his own.
On “Breakin A Brick,” the cringe of trap soon dissipates as there is an MC that can handle the junkied emotions a music with a deadened melody provokes. Trap is really a dance music cupped from the caved concrete with gutter clichés dressing it, an endless crescendo or dimuendo for the wildin’ dealers or the crashing junkies. It enables the withering weak and pageants the pseudo-strong. Still, Ac3 Beats works a respectful quality into his offering that Nata Onca has no difficulties with, the greatest success for a producer.
“Everybody play savage to the whole shit,” say Nata Onca and then his verse dives into a double time flow that doesn’t exotify the flow. Remember the trip of the trap is the falling into the speed of the track and losing all clarity and care for the word. Enter Mumble. Exit Skill. But Nata breaks the brick and never loses clarity in verses that do damage to the fraudulence of the posing rapper. “Die for nothing not even over some paper just ya gang gang trying to bang bang/for some fake change/for a fake name/now you dead fake lame/out trying to be something you not” Always as creatively dressed as possible, the fly tribal dance steps pop, slow motion, swaying to the lay of the high hat trickling he harmonizes, “Curbing the D’s out here/you kill me fighting for peace out here…” Second verse, his memories over the hell, a training ground learning every facet wasn’t as glamorous and certainly not as fruitful. Then off to the fading chorus while Nata Onca dances backwards on the bridge.
Listen, it’s all breakneck speed. Who missed it?! I go Danny Glover and watch my young G goes Riggs crazy on the wax. I’m too old for this shit but the brother been talking to you. Knowledge the build. Wisdom floods the trap and sometimes niggas spill out with some understanding…
#LOVEandLOYALTY A #LoLife
The organization of these principles around a counterculture, an expressive arts of creation that uplifts the ideas and thoughts of an oppressed people, is why I’m an honored builder amongst legends, knighted by heroes of Medina (Rakim Supreme Shabazz Allah/Rudy Lo, Thirstin Howl the 3rd, Bonz Malone) to further create in my element as a Hip Hop Writer of #ArtOnArt & #ScienceOnMusic. So the world may find love that locks in with the action of loyalty though they may never find another writer with my kind of grammar…
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