.............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..
Friday, November 07, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
Taxi Cab Chronicles......
..............it went down like this and like that...........
Ex Taxi Driver; rolling in Yellow Cabs; but I preferred driving the Big Checkers..
Survivor; the skills were enhanced back in those days; eating burgers from Checker's.
Or maybe Ollie's Trolley; up in The Natti; haters disrespect us; my mood is melancholy..
What will the style be? O-Dog will make it funky; O-Zone; rolling solo; not all up in the folly..
Where will the dial be? some punishment glutton will turn it; injuries self inflicted...
Swishers cut up; filled with weed; drunk off some kind of brown liquor from Kentucky or Tennessee; pain inflicted....
Up in Louisville; Portland area; teens sniffing paint in my cab; they got kicked to the curb...
Like teens in Nebraska; on the West Side little homie will ask ya if you need any herb?
Standing on the curb; he had hash, weed, heroin and cocaine for those wanting to be heroes like Mariah; but Tina Turner said we didn't need any more...
Play On Player I heard a devil say; talking about "we don't need any score"
Say a prayer or You'll Get Played; and at the same time watch what you ask for...
God will give it to you; then you'll be mad; you'll be asking; what did he do that for?
I came through the door; but I could tell folk weren't checking for a brotha..
They raised the bar; plus it's oops upside the head like the Gap Band; I hit the glass ceiling it's rough on a brotha...
So what's a brotha to do? jumped up in those big ugly Checker Cabs; but it was part of the Master's Plan....
It taught a brotha how to hustle; check this by product from the labs; played it like Eric B & Rakim; "thinking of a master plan"...
What's up man? I asked dude who I picked up at the juke joint; his eyes red from drinking Stroh's beer; an old school drink...
"You don't know nothing about me man" he said; pointed a long barrel 38 at a brotha; I tried to be cool; had to think...
On the brink of disaster; had to think faster; homie was angry like a frustrated internet surfer...
Usually when this brotha is Just Passing Through; I've got the Good Word for ya..
But back to the script; as we crossed the border to the West Side, I found out what was on old dude's mind...
Up in the club he was trying to get his mack on; but somebody beat his time...
Is that a crime like Sade would sang? dude was played like a clown; money spent buying drinks; then honey dipped with a big homie in The Fleetwood Brougham...
In the background I heard Johnny Taylor, Clarence Carter, Jerry Butler and Gene Chandler; it was either the blues or a slow jam...
Whatcha know man? listened to old dude sing his version of the blues, plus I got a tip for the ride..
Heart pumping and sweat dripping; could have been another inner city homicide..
Beats are now bumping; plus typing this Good Word; updated Freedom Rider; Whose Side Are You On?
Not a damn thing has changed; Hood Thing; word from the Brotha O-Zone...
Whose Side Are You On? I lied; some things have changed; decisions need to be made tomorrow...
These days haters we ride on; Rolling Up With A Small Army; Repercussions for the pain and sorrow...
Rolling up in The Checker Cab; struggling; listening to Marvin Gaye's cassette; What's Going On?
Now we move forward; check this product from the lab; as we play The Funk Seminar; The O-Dog Podcast; What's Really Going?
As we Jam like Def; R.I.P Shakir Stewart;
brothas are gonna work it out like Willie Hutch....
Someone else I listened to up in the cab; rolling up in the clutch...
Peeped game from the old white dude name Dutch; old homie was slicker than Exxon Oil company executives..
Iverson for Billups? say it ain't so!!..you have to wonder about NBA executives...
Check us out; we'll be back with this; soon there'll be more Taxi Cab Chronicles...
Similar to the Gangsta Chronicles; what it do? what it does? this is how we respond to these and those....
Ex Taxi Driver; rolling in Yellow Cabs; but I preferred driving the Big Checkers..
Survivor; the skills were enhanced back in those days; eating burgers from Checker's.
Or maybe Ollie's Trolley; up in The Natti; haters disrespect us; my mood is melancholy..
What will the style be? O-Dog will make it funky; O-Zone; rolling solo; not all up in the folly..
Where will the dial be? some punishment glutton will turn it; injuries self inflicted...
Swishers cut up; filled with weed; drunk off some kind of brown liquor from Kentucky or Tennessee; pain inflicted....
Up in Louisville; Portland area; teens sniffing paint in my cab; they got kicked to the curb...
Like teens in Nebraska; on the West Side little homie will ask ya if you need any herb?
Standing on the curb; he had hash, weed, heroin and cocaine for those wanting to be heroes like Mariah; but Tina Turner said we didn't need any more...
Play On Player I heard a devil say; talking about "we don't need any score"
Say a prayer or You'll Get Played; and at the same time watch what you ask for...
God will give it to you; then you'll be mad; you'll be asking; what did he do that for?
I came through the door; but I could tell folk weren't checking for a brotha..
They raised the bar; plus it's oops upside the head like the Gap Band; I hit the glass ceiling it's rough on a brotha...
So what's a brotha to do? jumped up in those big ugly Checker Cabs; but it was part of the Master's Plan....
It taught a brotha how to hustle; check this by product from the labs; played it like Eric B & Rakim; "thinking of a master plan"...
What's up man? I asked dude who I picked up at the juke joint; his eyes red from drinking Stroh's beer; an old school drink...
"You don't know nothing about me man" he said; pointed a long barrel 38 at a brotha; I tried to be cool; had to think...
On the brink of disaster; had to think faster; homie was angry like a frustrated internet surfer...
Usually when this brotha is Just Passing Through; I've got the Good Word for ya..
But back to the script; as we crossed the border to the West Side, I found out what was on old dude's mind...
Up in the club he was trying to get his mack on; but somebody beat his time...
Is that a crime like Sade would sang? dude was played like a clown; money spent buying drinks; then honey dipped with a big homie in The Fleetwood Brougham...
In the background I heard Johnny Taylor, Clarence Carter, Jerry Butler and Gene Chandler; it was either the blues or a slow jam...
Whatcha know man? listened to old dude sing his version of the blues, plus I got a tip for the ride..
Heart pumping and sweat dripping; could have been another inner city homicide..
Beats are now bumping; plus typing this Good Word; updated Freedom Rider; Whose Side Are You On?
Not a damn thing has changed; Hood Thing; word from the Brotha O-Zone...
Whose Side Are You On? I lied; some things have changed; decisions need to be made tomorrow...
These days haters we ride on; Rolling Up With A Small Army; Repercussions for the pain and sorrow...
Rolling up in The Checker Cab; struggling; listening to Marvin Gaye's cassette; What's Going On?
Now we move forward; check this product from the lab; as we play The Funk Seminar; The O-Dog Podcast; What's Really Going?
As we Jam like Def; R.I.P Shakir Stewart;
brothas are gonna work it out like Willie Hutch....
Someone else I listened to up in the cab; rolling up in the clutch...
Peeped game from the old white dude name Dutch; old homie was slicker than Exxon Oil company executives..
Iverson for Billups? say it ain't so!!..you have to wonder about NBA executives...
Check us out; we'll be back with this; soon there'll be more Taxi Cab Chronicles...
Similar to the Gangsta Chronicles; what it do? what it does? this is how we respond to these and those....
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