Visions from Microcosms by Graphic Melee

I think in big pictures. My vision’s large. Sometimes my visions are presented too far outside a planet visited by just few stars. So I'm blasting off to my equivalent of Mars with the rhythm of a solar system for the speakers in your car playing the backdrop to endless bars. Music is nitro my voice is the spark. Blend them both together and watch me go off. Voice is explosive. Preamps get broken. Open for business cash in your tokens to my show then like a flood I flow in to wash you in my sound until your soakin. On stage I rage and im rolling another one up so I can leave the mic smoking like pit barbecue. Smarter than cats at Harvard U. Weathered more storms than a harbor view. Could I do harm to you? Sure bet, but I'd rather save breath take time reflect and elevate my mind set. Bringing knowledge buts its not my time yet so I watch my rhymes get lost inside my Timex. Until I get a bigger crowd for my sets I deny rest. So if you want a contest let that digest while ride fresh funk. Make my impression. Compress the session. That's how it gets done.
Art effects my life til my life effects my art. I'm turning the ignition to watch my visions start to exit as my head gets the leverage to blend my thoughts like a bartender to beverage. Shake and stir a break and turn this place upside down to turn my mind inside out. The air is the canvas where I play Da Vinci inventing word play just to paint an ending to the middle of a story that I'm only beginning. Taking time making mine even more mind bending. Ascending til my phrases get praises. Put weight on blank pages just to relate this connection to world around me. Sounding like gravity couldn't ground me. It's astounding how in a year I found these techniques progress amounting in material for 5 albums and counting.This is not word play that a novice could display. I displace hips everytime I dictate this ship shape set syllables I spit straight at ya dome piece everytime that you hit play. Dusty fingers like a leak head cuz vinyl don't no buttons for you to eject. Just flip the b-side if you need to reset cuz if it don't knock then you know the beats a reject. Live off sound from nylon wound to boogie down production style that constantly got you looking out for the next series like a graphic novel, but its Graphic Melee with a spastic jaw full. Keep it moving like ya doing the wobble. Hobble in to see me cutting it just like a saw. Pull a scene vividly from memory dispensing heat like coin operated rap vending machine. Bend a beat for free til I have to charge a fee to seamlessly release more sounds that you can see. Emcee at this degree to reach the inner me above you intermediates kickin beginners beats. I'm the winner's feet moving at a fast pace. Third Bass to gas face you outta the rat race. When I'm the place stop, look, and listen while my sounds migrate in to my visions…

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