Monster Music from Microcosms by Graphic Melee

Monster music that renders your chompers useless. My recording booth is my bedroom so my view is lit fuses when my muse is amused with the control that I'm using cruising my verbal to do list. Cool hits like Illadelphs with ice when I do this think I'm not nice prove it or protect ya neck like Wu kid. The newest in newness. A flow that's so fluid. Pedal round these 7 hills like I'm in the Cool Kids. Mama didn't raise one so I never play the fool when I'm starting in on page one and pens are my tools then. Here to educate. Bring your best and I'll school them. Refuel then deliver hits til you're covered in bruises. From Trap City to the home of the Bruins. I'm a shoe in. Inhuman capabilities when producing my movements. Like Bach and the Roots in the loops that I'm choosing. So if I sample myself there ain't nothing that you can do then. Through and through I'll ruin you. Glue you into a groove and soon the room entombs the boom of the bass a basic tool I use to put you in a mood and let the rhythm start to move. Then it's head nodding lyricism til the beat concludes. Exclude nothing from the pages that I use to diffuse issues in my life so know this is the truth. With out the additive flair or famous characters there. I made noise in my home town and nobody stared. Now I came prepared. Hard hittin kick snare that goes… til i'm visually impaired. Still thumping out beats. Emceeing with false teeth. I'm bringing in all these hot styles to rock thee. You an animal on beats? Cuz my brain is the cross beam that cages the lost beast. So y'all can get off these. You ever did doubt me? Stand corrected. I command the microphones and spin records. Get letters together and spit effort til my neck hurts from working sentences packed full of quotable exerts. My best works do battle with the experts. Verbal text work with a bigger size than triple X shirts. Genius and jester come step and get hurt from new material with vibrant textures. I deliver lectures set to the best turntable cable patterns that I can discern. Rocked a fade in 92 now I guess it's your turn so which herb will be first to Jeri-Curl a perm? Hot curry I burn like the third degree. Intricacy like brain surgery. I perfectly rework a piece a music that I heard or seen til it bumps more funk than the JB's. Sick like rabies vinyl scratch like scabies. Ain't cross fader here that could fade me. It's vocal warfare. Cannon commander blasting you young bucks. Taking off antlers. Come in no manners. Snatch mics and slander any rapper more concerned with glitz and glamour than a candence can get hit fifty hammers. Slam you face first. Use a verse like cameras. Another vivid image from my grammar with candor. I don't spit with y'all cuz I got standards. Monster Music/

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• underground hip hop
• Portland