Black physique been a technique of terror to a hick mystique.
But I sees chiseled abs pained by the blows of dollared foes
I hears, ‘Hands up! Dont’ Sh–’
Bang! Biceps curled fetal, the regression of oppression bring apprehension to any proper plus lesson
I knows that feller USA
Still just a saloon of a pale color we magnificent sevens gotta strum they some trouble in, I reckon
And when high coon clocks around,
My lost family, beef headed and bad-boxed in, unwrap the withering plastic of the generation to preserve an orange saltine
All the bench reps, vertical creep or 4.44 time can’t save the knees
From tea to skittles,
Any off season rewinds of Black Power there to turn to?
Sit to study, plan, stand, I, Original man!, kneel one knee antagonize the #RespectFAKE fan
Only one, ya wretched of the Earth!
We ain’t praying for rains no more
Now with them rust belts snug around the southern midriff
Take a gander at the trump of trill we still in
You needs it be? Go roll blunt and track the drum heavy,
cause like June blast mega through black July
We gon have to fill the spurs of the who, what’s, where’s and whys
More than muscle mass monies merely, moreso masters of their medulla
Six minutes, Revolution! You’re on!
The heavy voice held by a big Black brother so we may assume their sentences, phrases and exclamation stabs rhymed are payback. A reparation from the crew’s illest leaders to a shooter, a bruiser, that enforcer before the streets became a machine of poetic fodder into legal tender. But Detroit’s Wisemen only has men of the said sentiment. Seemingly so, the sediment is secured from classic materials from Wu-Disciple producer/MC Bronze Nazareth and the saddened soiling in our hearts from the supreme lyricist Kevlaar 7 (#RememberedInPerfection) returning to the essence, the priceless soul gems of Phillie’s zoo’d chronicles, Salute’s unfortunate bid leaving lonely long player power, Illah Dayz’ empowering phraseology linguistics and Lord Jessiah’s progressive drum extravagance. It all secures June Mega to quietly represent, a booming baritone thought to be lost in the roads written by his brothers. Thing is, with Roll Blunt, the latest break warrior of the Wisemen from London, June Mega has a blanket of sonic illness that warms the addiction to his lyricism to us.
June Mega belies any cliche. Hard to the core yet his lyricism is based on a nimble cleverness in carefully paused delivery of writing technique after technique. Alliteration in phrased couplets as “Mega Roll” where he does so in bunches that spell Mega from, “Mega Mega mechanize/Midwest mechanic maximize metaphysical manipulates mind and matter…excellent extraordinaire eliminates…graduate GunRule..A-Alike absolute astonish alchemy…” He continues alliterating word ‘roll” to complete the alliterative acronym. Dynamics with the rawness as the pounding “Lab Rats,” where he follows the wild horns Bronze laces verbally, “Mega immortal/flying through your portal…” and constantly plays with words as if he is a dictionary being thumbed through aloud finding his best thoughts, “…my lair overlord–overlay/airway/dismay/disarray diabolical demons…” This often fails for MCs because it comes across as prep scatting for flow that results in gibberish but with his pacing and deliberate pausing he brings meaning to the shifts that the words contrasting meanings give you. The wordplay juggling, like a lion smacking a porcupine, also leads to focus with clever playfulness as he choruses the ladies with “Got a whole got a gut let me spill mine thought these skilled lines…” on “Got Guts?” His style is ideal in lyrical spirit to the Wisemen’s lyric dexterity, vocabulary depth and profound yet it is completely unique to them and most MCs out. A voice gruff but not graveled so it remains smooth and enunciated, the clarity he achieves through jungled bliss Roll Blunt becomes synergistic. “Back to back, burn them down/two crown/bloodhound surface to find the problem with any hand/my offense will starve it/will transmits and turns you bitch, counterfeit MCs…” he vocalized over the guitar riffs, alternating drum snare smacks and smashes on “Ocean Spray.” June Mega is a pure abstract poet, guided by the sound of every word, the nature it clings to other homonyms and means more the less you connect them with conjunctions of any basic function.
Through it all Roll Blunt produces challenges of diversity from the Doo Wop woo’d vocal sample, reloaded drum snaps and distant back bass break on “Got Guts,” the flip of the tiniest portion of Jerome’s “Girl…” with a live drum snap and driving break on “Kush Hennessey Remedy” to the big beat drum and vicious stomping horns on “Jewel Mega” Roll Blunt’s cut scratching, drum selection/eqing/diversity is more than well done. Ill one after another, Roll proves he can create aural sheets the Wisemen MCs can write on.
Our late great brother Kevlaar 7 laced “Kush…” (“Hang gliding nightmares/night tears the skyline/a blue break chase blackness for my crew’s sake/i add all factors/track jump and flatline/smacking all chalk lines/My Earth cause a fault line…”) and it also makes The Landshark Invasion a special treasure as it is already an exciting lead into a lyricist, June Mega, who only impressed in power spurts (i.e. Wisemen’s “Corn Liquor Thoughts”) and the beat debut of another musical soldier, Roll Blunt. Wisemen continue to be the crew that deliver philosophical battle blues in forms of word wizardry on sample soul grit.
#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