Oh the gueeetars! The drums! The sax!
The spectacle of spectacled Max Weinberg pounding the bitch...
Fuck work!! Grab a brew! Light one up! Fuck Yeah!!
The way this song should be enjoyed - On a throne with a sword surrounded by 5 handmaids.
Dumped a whole bunch of Public Enemy on my mp3 player a while back. These guys are a bit before my time, so many times I will skip songs because the beats sound too retro & annoying.
But one day, on a random shuffle, this track came on & I did a fucking spinach flip (which I assumed to mean throwing my moms weekend dub in the air).
This cat Melquan kills it in every which way: smart observations, brilliant rhyme flow, & badasss attitude. I can't find anything about him online, so if you know something (like any albums, mixtapes, whatever) hit up the comment box.
Perfect for this Friday night. If you're downtown & hear this blasting from an overpopulated civic, give us a finger...the police always do.
Spinach flips
My lips sit on top of Cristal bottle tips
Sippin ready to flip
Do a hit on a rapper that a serpent
Counterfeit
Criminal fakin jacks
Luxury in his raps ain't facts
It's a camouflage
Large niggas keep it on the low black
No raps or Kodak
Just stackin cheese freezers packed
