Taxi Cab Chronicles PT. 3....It Don't Stop...

.............the struggle continues................

You know It Don't Stop; the struggle continues; another edition of the Taxi Cab Chronicles....

Reflecting on a few things; while drinking beer and eating wings at Barnacles..

At the Stonecrest Mall; meanwhile O-Dog conducts the Funk Seminar for y'all..

Yesterday; like the Beatles I recall; rolling in Checker Cabs; I was on the ball..

O-Zone; what's up y'all; I mic check in labs; like scientists try to clone extinct species..

Retro-Futuristic; plus Scientific; The Essence Of This Discipline; once sat in taxi cabs working on my thesis..

Space age taxi cab; Intergalactic; China wants to contact a brotha to hook up their moon buggy for 2012...

Rolling on The Mothership; Rolling Up On The Set With A Small Army; Armed and Dangerous; pulling funk off the shelf..

It Don't Stop; the moves made are stealth;these brothas are sonic smash and grabbing..

We're on an expedition; Mystic Voyage; Just Passing Through; back in the day a brotha was Checker Cabbing...

Check us out; fragging the enemy; Steady Bombardment Of Their Position...

Out In The Mainstream Of Mathematics; calculating subtraction, multiplication, addition and division..

No top position in the Obama Administration was offered; my name didn't come up...

So I'm chilling; playing my position; staying Outside The Box ; or you might spot me Chopping Game Up...

Still the same; All Up In The House; making myself at home in any neighborhood...

Still the same; won't go home to Alaska talking junk like Palin; talking about what's good and not good...

Checker Cab; spotted in the hood; West Side; wasn't able to crack the glass ceiling; or do like Palestine and Israel; break down the partition..

Lady Cab Driver was spotted; not the one Prince talked about; home girl looked like Refrigerator Perry; scary like a Martian..

Wasn't starting nothing with her; she kept the sawed off shotgun under the seat...

Listening to Shotgun by Junior Walker and the All Stars; rolling through the street..

2:00 am; out in the street; Freaks Come Out At Night like Whodini; hookers, hustlers and players spotted by a brotha....

It's not all sweet; You'll Get Played; it's like Kojak; baby; who loves ya?

What's up with ya they ask a brotha? back in Louisville trying to see what it do...

Immigrants now driving cabs; like it is in Atlanta; acting like they knew...

Homie was brand new; straight from Somalia; bearing witness to the drama; was even hip to the pirates..

He's taking the Express Route; trying to make it to a Better Day; knowing how foul it can get..

The Struggle continues; you know It Don't Stop; Knowledge Dropped from Rollin in the Checker Cab....

You Know It Don't Stop; as We Come To Set It Straight; O-Dog dropped the funk; O-Zone mic checked up in the lab..