Some of us as lyricists have a habit of building sandcastles on the beach and gettin mad when the waves wash away hours of work. What if we put away the buckets and small spades and brought out the cranes and scaffolds? I'm callin for some solidarity among those of us that shine with the brightest rays of hip hop. Let's build a skyscraper of dartz here, razor sharp edges honed on the bones of the ignorant.

If you feel me then let's build our towers not of Babel, but of ledges known.


I brewed music single-celled
with some old boots and skinned fingernails
the preacher absorbs ether and teaches in hell
previously a sleeper cell for evil welled
see The Ring, hear the bells
Eddy P's tale of tells breaks bookcases and faces fell
my breath chases shells from their chambers
with a dangerous case of halitosis
the culprit's prose scripts enslaved were sewn in with bolts stripped
my foes exist in coded prints, the codefence a broken pen
a show of strength, an openin
here's hopin either foes or friends extend this opus' length