This #ArtOnArt of I, #SkillastratorLO, is inspired by the Art of my brothers. All I need is a picture and I’ll create the words for you, about a thousand…
Start at that left hand corner, the effortless introspection Subtex hits holding the mic I see his timed warp. An MC that casually escaped the smoky lounges of Johnny Hartman’s lush life, the microphone, a tender vessel held with no fingertips, all his vowels inflected and swerved.
That Ayak warrior, heart of worn yet wondrously untearable denim, a supply of love and loyalty because Toshi’s live events are pow pows of his culture’s throwdowns. So many poxed blankets they rap around our break father, Kool Herc, he almost has to dismiss the small, the tiny matrix core of it all. The core of breaks that took verses, that hung graffiti portraits around its dancers and let my pages be an element for the elements. That Rob LO grid, that cycle of love,hell and right these counterculture arts were made to tell and light. Little is more Hip Hop than my brother LO.
Tall and smooth, a voice in the accent of exuberant, a marvel in disguise, we feel as avengers when he roams the crowd as a mere lover of others, of US, as fellows. It’s a L.I.F.E. LONG, a way, an action of real and yet a lone Black brother. He’s one of Lao Tzu’s passages, he exalts all and so he leads. How does he Master the Ceremony without even rhyming?
We knew long before DJ Ready Cee feasted our Boom Cap addiction for two hours with brilliant timing, the right cuts, blends and juggles, stealing the soul back for it’ rightful founders. We been love the God. So C-Rayz can’t name the latest collection anything else. Ras Kass performs, a GOAT for a GOAT. We Kung Fu so Walz speaks my mind again when he notes that the war ballet Smiley the Ghetto Child exploded on stage was all in the stance. Not the ill wears, bright orange wheat Pelle leather matched on 8 inch boots with soled ridges that ain’t for snow but blood and bones. Jeaned ensemble and the scarf laid on the crown, fastened by reddish lenses. Complete violence, a complete set with only precision and “muscle with the hustle,” and all we heard was love. C-Rayz monologued before and turned Toshi’s event into an intimate gathering. After Razzy and Smiley, Rayz performed in amazing ways I’ve never seen before…again.
C-Rayz Walz never rhymes at things or to himself only. After he placed himself into the audience as one who is just as enthralled as you or I, he gave himself a pound and got to work.
DJ Toshi started the teaser track and he went in on the next one. Then the fury, “Busy Bee ain’t here right now!”
“Melle Mel ain’t here right now!”
“Bambaattaa ain’t here right now!”
Old school details and battle bars all in homage “from the borough that created the devil” he punctuated, “battle anybody/anybody I battle is a body/by default I’m Team Homi” That chorus charged in but it went “Black Thought ain’t here right now” The God then blacked out and freestyled abstract poetics and even quoted Smiley’s prior bar dart and renamed #RespectFAKE rappers a “Pussy-On-A-Stick!”
Much like Black Thought, C-Rayz Walz is worthy of GOAT candidacy. No one has such a stylistic approach to abstract poetics as he, with a catalog nearing 400 songs. With dexterous abilities there, it never is the foundation of his works or the engagement of his performance. It’s the theatre he puts into every phrase that years later from his debut at the top of the #DarkAges, them 2000’s, is that he is defiantly better. All the talents that inflate in time were his at the start and he tours us through technical displays of cleverness we awe at, drops an understanding that distracts us into our own world only to have us reawaken pissed we missed some of the next bars. Then quickly engulfs us again with timed aggression at Hip Hop done bad, at oppression, at the mere flaws of humanity we all are working into lessons.
It was also the synergy of the real as Rodrigo Starz of Rebel Diaz dived into an incredible verse dialogue with Walz for “Crazy.” Or as Subtex and the LO crisp and grimy Dro Pesci traded verses on brand new tracks most possibly on C-Rayz’ new LP. He ended as he came, performing another song that A&R’s of some fucking alternate universe would excitingly promote to platinum. But no matter because that’s why this culture is a counter-culture and the wack flourish, the anomaly of illness gets paid and legends are myths I write on. My Alma Coraisma, I really seen all this.
It was all in the evening of the Wisdom God day, all being born to Born. Elevated fulfillment was the measure. Me and C-Rayz chuckled when I gave him my thank you in pound with hug and asked him–
My mind, at 3:30 am, jumping two days ahead of the day’s degree we came into, this December 27th. And after I witness the word and testimony of his arted tribulations out of that Pelan, the Bronx kept creating. A night filled with the showman’s rules and regulations from doctoring us ready with the builds, ministering us into his rebellion of norm and his revolution against limitation, nursing us with flows, chants, tempos, cadences and stylistics of all fluctuating measures and cremating every devil of thought, action and cracker that finds themselves obstructing him–
So I asked, “Peace God, Why was C-Rayz Walz so successful in all his undertakings?” Smiling in unison, we know the answer.
#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