“Check Out My Melody…” (Chapter 1)

“Check Out My Melody…” (Chapter 1)

…and I’m here. It’s taken a good minute (and I’m sure Reckless has been cursing me out since that night back in October), but I’m here now. I sincerely thank my man Dynamo for giving me an opportunity to put my words out into the world. Hopefully y’all will enjoy, and if you don’t…*Kanye shrug*

So, who exactly is DJ Such & Such? For one, he ain’t even a DJ…yet. DJ S & S is just something I borrowed from “The Original Kings of Comedy” (I forget who said, but one those dudes called a dude in the crowd “MC Such & Such”), so y’allnevermind me. Two: I’m a hip hop purist. I was born in 1982, so I’ve been around since the days of Run DMC, LL (I have a love affair with Kangols), Kool Moe Dee, Beastie Boys, Kurtis Blow, The Fat Boys, KRS, Rakim, Biz Markie…need I continue? I ain’t forget about Sugarhill, nor Blondie (who, arguably, might have created the first rap track), nor Grandmaster Flash or Afrika Bambaataa. What I’m trying to say is that while I get down with A LOT of rap & bullschwa (word to RZA on “Wu-Tang Forever”) …I’m straight emceeing, djing, breakdancing/b-boying (b-girling), and graffiti-ing.

ESPECIALLY emceeing.

I am not hear (spelled deliberately) for little sailboats or amigos with penchants for not forgetting the “aye” (I might not rap, but the wordplay gets a tad silly…and that wasn’t even a good one); I question the savage of anyone who is anything but; if you’re the future then I seriously regret tomorrow; and if your lil’ uzi is vert then I’m aiming a big tech in the opposite direction.

Too long, didn’t read: I ain’t here to turn up over something that’s better turned down.

Ah, what else…what else? I don’t give a damn about numbers or money or hoes (and the false equivalence given to justify success). That state of mind is possessed by those with no ability to rationalize reality in real-time, and I’m really ready to ridicule the real lies told to real eyes that can’t realize.

And God forbid you bring up dickriding or being a hater. Just because I’m homophobic to the pole you jocking has little to do with the queerness I find straight.

As for my top 10? There’s a White guy, a couple of dudes from Brooklyn, a dude from Queens, a cat out of Chicago (West Side), a cat who made harmony with the rest of his thugs, an odd fellow from ATL, a member of those dudes straight from the slums of Shaolin (with a penchant for masks), that one guy from New Orleans that has yet to release a CD (that happened to be on Big Sean’s “Control”)…and that lil’ squeaky-voiced dude from Cali that told us we gon’ be alright (and pissed off everyone else for what he said on Big Sean’s “Control”).

So, in closing, I again sincerely think Reckless for believing in a gentleman. I aim to educate, amuse, maybe even piss off a couple of weak kidneys. What I’ll never be throughout this journey is fake or a product of your criticism. With everything I write I always peace out with a favorite lyric, and my first post will end with one of my favorite hip hop quotables. Gone with the wind…

“I take 7 emcees put ’em in a line/And add 7 more brothers who think they can rhyme
Well, it’ll take 7 more before I go for mine/Now that’s 21 emcees ate up at the same time…”чистка зубов ультразвуком отзывыобучение

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  1. Johne320
    Johne320 says:

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