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[Majestyx]

that rome shyt hit me, and brught back a memeory BUT....

the mitch shyt reminds me of my 2nd semester of my first year... My 1st roomate was col as fukk, he was the cousin of an NFL quarterback. dude was hilarious, but he moved out cuz he was older. my 2nd roomate tho... he was cool as fukk BUT... this nikka smoked MAD black and milds... i dont think u understand, he smoked them shyts so much he looked like and even after taking a shower smelled like he was middleton black and mild incarnate. the nikkas bed and sheets smelled like a black and mild, so fukkin disgusting.

that rome shyt tho reminds of my nikka B. II spent a lil bit of time wit my pops growing up... my family is jamaican and there are 2 things most jamaican men are about, dominos and white rum. my pops has mad trophies from trotting across the country beasting on other jamaican cats. anyway, i'd kick it wit him at the jamaican spot, which is where me and b linked up and would learn dominos, play golden axe, and ping pong. growing up we got into a lot of shyt, but a time came where i made a decision not to do extravagant ignorant ass shyt because there is no p*ssy in jail, and i cannot be the death of my moms. i told B like, 'yo, this street shyt is bullshyt, me and my other nikkas got hoes on deck, come kick it wit us and you'll be good" he never took me up on the offer, but i'd still see him cuz i'd still be in the streets a lil bit. i end up leaving and going away to college, mad years go by, i'd go home, but even when i went home i wasnt really there. I had seen my nikka B and chopped it up wit him, he was aite, but the niga was rough, i surmise he may have had a body or 2 on him, but he was still B, if i need some wrk put in, he was the niga i'd holler at, cuz i'm not catching any bodies. more years pass. a couple years ago i go back to the bar cuz his grandmoms works there and went to go say whatup to old jamaican cats. i roll up like "where's b, whats good wit him' she looks at me like '' you dont know, he's dead, he got shot. the last thing he said was 'i shoulda listened to majestyx, i this shyt wouldnt have happened" I was done for like a week, couldnt say shyt.

@Walt writing real blackman experience stories from the heart.

 

[Gus Money]

This is outstanding. @Walt, not only is your writing amazing and touching and deeply personal, but this thread is giving other people an opportunity to share their personal experiences with racism, poverty, death, etc, without feeling judged or having someone make a joke about it. You mentioned how difficult it is for black people dealing with mental/emotional problems, but just having a legitimate opportunity to vent and share personal stories like this can go a long way.

That's one of the best parts about this and I wasn't expecting anything like it when I quoted your post in that thread about the Vanderbilt situation. Few pieces of writing have hit me this way and I can't even articulate how much I appreciate you sharing all of this with us.

 

[No Homo]

Real talk that last story man..real shyt and great writing man.

Now i miss my uncle and my nephews.

 

[TheGreatShowtime]

That was a beautiful story, @Walt. I was going to ask what you ended up doing with the smurf, but then I saw the spoiler

 

[AAKing23]

Don't even know what to say after preacher man



shyt reminds me of K.Dot's "Sing about Me" song where he tells the stories of his fallen comrades and associates thru vivid stories and how he struggles with living with the fact that his homeboy got killed for defending his honor and has his blood on his hands.


Probably the most creative concept for a song I've heard in a long time

 

[Human Torch]

@Walt you got a fukkin gift bruh.
The way you just vividly painted that picture was amazing. I'm sitting here imagining how Lonnie, Mitch, and Rome look. This shyt really hit me.

Thank You

 

[Majestyx]

and yeah, there isnt much fukking with andre's verses on ATliens

 

[Carolina Slim]

Walt, man... you have a talent, my dude. When I saw that your homie Rome had passed, I was literally like You had a way of making him seem larger than life, yet a lot of us can relate to your collective life experiences.... I ain't even mad if you take a break; I can only imagine how draining relating that was. It's easy for a nikka to rehash the funny and ignorant stuff, but the real dark and deep stuff from the past can still screw with you...


I will say though, the visual of my nikka Yatta delivering that ether to old girl, probably looking like , had me like

 

[Walt]

This is outstanding. @Walt, not only is your writing amazing and touching and deeply personal, but this thread is giving other people an opportunity to share their personal experiences with racism, poverty, death, etc, without feeling judged or having someone make a joke about it. You mentioned how difficult it is for black people dealing with mental/emotional problems, but just having a legitimate opportunity to vent and share personal stories like this can go a long way.

That's one of the best parts about this and I wasn't expecting anything like it when I quoted your post in that thread about the Vanderbilt situation. Few pieces of writing have hit me this way and I can't even articulate how much I appreciate you sharing all of this with us.

Yeah, I'm really enjoying reading about other cats' experiences. shyt is powerful.

Don't even know what to say after preacher man



shyt reminds me of K.Dot's "Sing about Me" song where he tells the stories of his fallen comrades and associates thru vivid stories and how he struggles with living with the fact that his homeboy got killed for defending his honor and has his blood on his hands. Probably the most creative concept for a song I've heard in a long time

For some reason I can't listen to that song too often. It's not really a joint you just throw on to vibe to. But I remember the first time I heard it is when it clicked for me that the little homie had made an album that was going to be judged as a classic.

and yeah, there isnt much fukking with andre's verses on ATliens

No, there sure as hell ain't.

I bet you never heard of a player with no game...

I grew up to myself not round no park bench/just a nikka bustin flows off in apartments

Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex
or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "Will rap for food"
My face is balled up cuz I ain't in no happy mood
While my partner got the squeegee and the windex
Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax
Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E.

Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he sparks
the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know
Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers
And peoples who feel like it's time to unwind
Like December 31st, of nineteen-ninety-nine

Suppose I used my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I compose
won't y'all get sick of that? Cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows, that ain't hip-hop, you find that shyt in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is born, keep that shyt up outta my zone
Long as you happy then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fukkin guts go 'head and dap me
Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later
Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors
Like that...

His final verses on Elevators and Jazzy Belle... All of Babylon

 

[The_Hillsta]

Yeah Walt, that Preacher Man experience is too real, some parts had me wondering if we may have been at/in the same muthafukkin school/state. How cats with similar and sometime COMPLETELY different backgrounds and experiences find each other and connect for strength STILL amazes me to this day. Those friendships built with the cats I balled with is nothin Iike I experienced on any level.

We all had that feeling like we was at that school for a purpose. It was a spiritual battle that we was riding for every family member, every potna, that ever stepped on a field, that didn't or couldn't make it to the level where we were all blessed to be.

Rome remind me of my D tackle. Lost his daddy when he was way little. The only memory of him that he had of his pops was him showing him how to brush his teeth. Told me that shyt years later. Bruh, he had a toothbrush in his mouth EVERYWHERE. Before the games, up in the dorms, smashin hoes......It was all chewed up with bite marks all over it. Used to tell muthafvckaz it made him stronger, only cat I ever seen rep 405 on the bench with an awkward ass close grip. Had me reachin for a fukkin tooth
brush.

He used to keep a milk crate fulla tapes. Handed me a green BG tape one day and told me "These nikkaz gone be bigger than No Limit, watch....."
Nobody I mean nobody had even heard of a cash money anything up at that school at the time except him.....So many memories of all of us witta fat middle finger to the school like you said and how we wasn't gone let these kkkacs break us because muthafvcks was tappin out mid season n shyt, some on full rides.

That mental health shyt, got damn. That post hood stress factor was a muthafcka. I can count the number of cats that wasn't even ball players that was taken out the dorms and stuffed in an ambulance babblin, on some end of the world apocalypse shyt. I'm just blessed to have my pops in my life to try and lace me on the shyt to come at college. Still remember what he said droppin me off at the port, "Watch them white folks down there, and don't get them broads pregnant"

 

[Walt]

sometimes when men get to all (no matter your race, creed, color, orientation, etc.) read the words of someone speaking unmitigated unfiltered profound thoughts the way @Walt is, it brings out the best in us and is a great example of the Internet bringing people together for the greater good. powerful information is meant to be spread.

I truly appreciate the kind words. And the fact that ya'll are reading all of these and feeling moved in any way and posting responses is mad humbling.

I will say though, the visual of my nikka Yatta delivering that ether to old girl, probably looking like , had me like

'Yatta had the dope ass country drawl too, gave that shyt the extra bbq marinade. Imagine that shyt in a cool ass Southern drawl, every syllable drawn out... when he ended with "bytch" the word itself sounded like a hymn old ladies would sing at church.

he smoked them shyts so much he looked like and even after taking a shower smelled like he was middleton black and mild incarnate.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

my family is jamaican and there are 2 things most jamaican men are about, dominos and white rum.

My grandfather is from the West Indies, so those were two staples in our family.

i roll up like "where's b, whats good wit him' she looks at me like '' you dont know, he's dead, he got shot.

2nd verse of this Roc Marciano joint is super funky:

 

[Majestyx]

Yeah, I'm really enjoying reading about other cats' experiences. shyt is powerful.



For some reason I can't listen to that song too often. It's not really a joint you just throw on to vibe to. But I remember the first time I heard it is when it clicked for me that the little homie had made an album that was going to be judged as a classic.



No, there sure as hell ain't.

I bet you never heard of a player with no game...

I grew up to myself not round no park bench/just a nikka bustin flows off in apartments

Can't put you on my payroll, and no I ain't got no Rolex
or no diamond at the exit with a sign sayin "Will rap for food"
My face is balled up cuz I ain't in no happy mood
While my partner got the squeegee and the windex
Cuz somewhere in my life I done went wrong jus like a syntax
Error, bring the terror to your dome like P.E.

Softly as if I played piano in the dark
Found a way to channel my anger not to embark
The world's a stage and everybody got to play their part
God works in mysterious ways so when he sparks
the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here
No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day
Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon
that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay

Drop, like Tears, like For Fears, you know
Shout Shout let it all out, just for my peers
And peoples who feel like it's time to unwind
Like December 31st, of nineteen-ninety-nine

Suppose I used my gift of gab to boast and brag in every rhyme I compose
won't y'all get sick of that? Cause I know I do when I hear those
Flows, that ain't hip-hop, you find that shyt in the gift shop
But to each his own, my speech is born, keep that shyt up outta my zone
Long as you happy then I'm happy
Even if you just hate my fukkin guts go 'head and dap me
Cause I'm gon' dap you anyway and then go home and pray for yo' ass later
Cause we might need you in this war I'm wailin on you traitors
Like that...

His final verses on Elevators and Jazzy Belle... All of Babylon

his verse on babylon is a personal top 5 verse ever. i

every time i hear that shyt

 

[Walt]

Yeah Walt, that Preacher Man experience is too real, some parts had me wondering if we may have been at/in the same muthafukkin school/state. How cats with similar and sometime COMPLETELY different backgrounds and experiences find each other and connect for strength STILL amazes me to this day. Those friendships built with the cats I balled with is nothin Iike I experienced on any level.

We all had that feeling like we was at that school for a purpose. It was a spiritual battle that we was riding for every family member, every potna, that ever stepped on a field, that didn't or couldn't make it to the level where we were all blessed to be.

Rome remind me of my D tackle. Lost his daddy when he was way little. The only memory of him that he had of his pops was him showing him how to brush his teeth. Told me that shyt years later. Bruh, he had a toothbrush in his mouth EVERYWHERE. Before the games, up in the dorms, smashin hoes......It was all chewed up with bite marks all over it. Used to tell muthafvckaz it made him stronger, only cat I ever seen rep 415 on the bench with an awkward ass close grip. Had me reachin for a fukkin tooth
brush.

He used to keep a milk crate fulla tapes. Handed me a green BG tape one day and told me "These nikkaz gone be bigger than No Limit, watch....."
Nobody I mean nobody had even heard of a cash money anything up at that school at the timeexcept him.....So many memories of all of us witta fat middle finger to the school like you said and how we wasn't gone let these kkkacs break us because muthafvcks was tappin out mid season n shyt, some on full rides.

That mental health shyt, got damn. That post hood stress factor was a muthafcka. I can count the number of cats that wasn't even ball players that was taken out the dorms and stuffed in an ambulance babblin, on some end of the world shyt

You killin' this thread, your posts are definitely making me remember mad other shyt, hitting close to home. I still have my shoeboxes full of tapes in storage.

 

[mastermind]

On the ATLiens tip, 2 of my favorite songs came from that.

Mainstream and Growing Old.

That summer was the first time I noticed lyrics in Hip Hop and looked for deeper meaning. Growing Old will always be my shyt.


"Isn't it lovely smokin good and sloppy head on highways
Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old"

"Trees bright and green turn yellow brown
Autumn caught em, see all them leaves must fall down, growin old"

 

[lutha]

at work, so i cant really post/get into it like that (will later when i get off), but gotta say, that last story, damn...

will say: i was bout to take my drink offer back when you started talking bout kast, but i see you saw the light bout them, so the offer still good lol....and yes, ATLiens is that shyt, kast is that group, and 3000 is that dude....i used to use that 'bet you aint never heard of a player with no game/told the truth to get what i want, but shot it with no shame' line all the time when talking to females and they'd talk about my 'game'.....

...man, let me get back to work....but yea, i'll def drop some thoughts later...