FIRST ISSUE from FIRST ISSUE by SMOKING WORD (Tajai and Myke Millen)

Myke:
Boundless force of energy and chemistry, empowers within, projecting life up out of human beings/ Inappropriate fiends, adjusting to smoother clean, responsible wings, directory to better things/
Made portraits be Picasso on a marks brain
Basic corrections, the same keep your lines tame
Dull brains praise lame, and leaves the cloth stained
Paragons reguard truth, so we all can maintain
In new spaces that lace better than pass placements
Prodigy shifts, I’m compassion of dedication
In mental spaces, that spacious and untaken
Soon to gravitate to earth for the awaken
From places, beyond belief, beyond your reach
Where I’m Cupid’s sharp shooter, in sync with the moola
nutrient in spirit, from the gods and the Buddhas
To recover love emotions, from you soul looters.


Tajai:
Smoking Word, we blow and go to where the soul move us
From the "O" where folks is known to grow they own buddha
Respecting no rulers, we got our own movements
Toned and leaner but we still will fill our own arenas
Calm demeanor, I don’t mean to get the convo heated
But please believe what’s in this bag will keep your combo heated
I been a prodigy (RIP) since flavor for non-believers
It’s been my policy to fade 'em when they talking greasy
Caught 'em leaking with that extra-brolic, metabolic, high-caloric metaphoric
Try it, you’ll be better for it
Hit the bottle, never pour it
Dis the squad? The metal blowing
Wopping out the transport before I can even get ashore
Vet of wars- what the fuck your think all of these medals for?
Sure you popping but you kinda sweet like kettle corn
Limp-wristed, lil biscuit, mag dumped and still missed it
Don’t try to blame the equipment
That right there's a Skill issue

• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• Trip Hop
• True School
• abstract hip-hop
• boom bap
• hieroglyphics
• lyrical
• souls of mischief
• underground hip hop
• Oakland