A sunder culled trife
Dreamed it’s a wonderful life
Where the paper that services
for the worth of words would last as long
Sunder the enemies’ eyes that mar beauty’s own
Cull her voluptuous lush
once more and more
in one swirl,
from fulfillingness touch through redolent aura
all amidst her accented score soaring
Trife when such profound and passionate be’s no more
Imagine an MC who spent years finding his voice, an art study on leaving one’s life within the therapy of the easel. We may wonder of the worth of the scholarship to protect Black/Brown creations that seek to build their lives as creators and sat this Hip Hop, with exotic ethnomusicological statements to Herc’s Jamaican toasting and sound system to Boricua dance and polyrhythmic imports and ever and any of the Black diaspora that rhymed verses and improvisation itself are ours. The other man rapes it but all good men fighting bad are supposed to use, live, change all, with it. It’s a lot of jewels in the subtext. Subtex Truth. My white brother, accentuated with or sans Cornel West emphasis, a bad man, baddened by the beatings of the heart, took care of his story well in good culture, Hip Hop, in this Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 1.
Subtex, stylistically developed, is immediately heard focusing on his cadence of synchronized voice idiosyncrasies and inflected pacing. The latter, an inflected pacing, what gives his verses this long drawl, that when on the right tempo and exact break, gives the track an ill slow slur of a sway as on “Trouble.” The vocal idiosyncrasies are in a voice that is higher pitched than usual changing the entire normality of nearly all great Hip Hop today. His vocal tend to go from a loosening wave that nearly quivers then solidifies giving an unpredictability that makes for real listening. Meals where every bite has flavor. It lets him give emphasis on pauses to relay similes or other punchlines (i.e. “Cold Blooded”) or let a straight flow as on the title track move as toughly made with tons of punctuated grooves and accents.
All these unique stylistics spotlights his strong clarity and thus would all fail if his lyrics and concepts were bullshit. Instead, we have some next shit insights from from the battles of introspection on “Exactly What It is” (“I was all fucked up in the ride when I wrote this” where his tempos rise and fall as peaks and valleys of the joys and horrors…”). Or the thematic cornerstone, the ode to this love lost, “Christ Rose,” (“Devil play the drums, angel play the cello/Chill though I’m talkin’ bout Century crumbs/Act dumb get a shoe lace short of some shoes/The more that I get, the more that I lose…”) where it’s beauty in being able to capture his mentality while infusing it with the details of her, that lost love, is powerful (“She wore a red dress on Sunday, Monday black/if one thing I learned, she move like that…I thought angels sing/said you got one less wing/it’s all purple, circling the circus within/you got a ring, the jewelry was foolery’s freshness/eulogy soon to be fruits of my death wish/sequel/seagulls squawking/parking space empty/reflecting my losses/rearranged mainframe, looted my fortune/future looks open for a robot doorman…”). One of the year’s top songs, a classic to be revisited, the MC techniques with internal rhyming, rhymed bookends (sequel/seagulls; fortune/future), elimination of connective grammar for poetic emphasis along with syllabic consistency in flow and just exquisite poetry magnify the song. Subtex is my man but we might just fuck his life up some more to get these paintings on break. Now Cipher, can’t do that. But we can keep getting scholastic appreciastic on these lyric themes.
Themes that are brought to a picasso’d peak by his use of abstract wordplay imagery delivered in a contiguous barrage, with no helping commas or periods. This abstraction amazes throughout “Trouble” with lines as, “I heard the world can be an oyster/it can also be filled with disappointment/what’s behind the last curtain/what’s the least line spoken/nice as bad habits/sign my shoes/ button up my smoking jacket/magician says it’s magic it’s illusion/cuckoo bird it’s grandfather’s clock/it’s confusing…” to serving clever visuals as “agent orange porridge.”
It prevails through “Cold Blooded” with its opening bars, “An eye for an eye make the brainwaves freakable/pick apart pages out the Book of Ezekiel/I met myself before, not sure what a sequel too…” There are few MCs who are willing to cut their phrases for stylistic senses and lengthen the abstraction past 2 bars risking immediate comprehension. Yet, with an ultimate long term gratification of fresh phrasing and repeatable flow oddities of illness, the rewards are blatantly waxed here.
Musically, these tracks are superb counterparts where producers and DJs understood the effort put in by Subtex and daringly matched him. They may be simplistically appearing as Taj’s organ riffs and empty break plodding along to a spectacled chorus on “Spit Karate.” Or the talking cuts of DJ Nefarious on the title track by UG of the Cella Dwellas. UG constructs a track with distant bass drums pounding, far away congas Barretto rolling, basslines diving into long depths and pounded clanking working as guiding keys for it all to collide. Or Waz Happnin’s boom track, “BKDelphia,” with variegated high hats and vocal harmonizations that get isolated when the bass booming takes its rests. Or Illinformed’s “Cold Blooded” with its war intro serenading us into a sharply snared break with guitar plucking and pumping sirens.
Powerfully produced, the MC features are also well contrasted as Bankai Fam’s Skanks with his monotone forever flow exploding at the end of “Exactly What It Is” to usher in the chaotically waving delivery of Subtex. A similar effect on “BKDelphia” where Teef flows a flatline breathlessness that zones us in setup for Subtex’ poetic liberties to be liberated.
Part of a longer opus, Book of Ezekiel is just part of 3 or even more, and must be just a small beginning of a longer catalog from an MC that has much to say and even more of some of the illest ways to say it. An honor to Hip Hop, the bible of the brothers and the brethren of ill texts, Subtex, salute.
So I once dreamed it was a wonderful life
To remember in perfection I offer PUN bible paper
The knowledge chapter of Ezekiel
Love burnt in hellish service,
my word strengthens in write
Building out of our own burial by burdens
A sunder culled trife
#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…
Representing the pillars of:
Peace, Sunez Allah