Filling In The Blanks..........

................a brotha is going in..............

A brotha is Going In...somebody has to fill in the blanks..

Stagnant waters we were flowing in; but blessed..to the Lord we give thanks..

God has blessed us; Sonic Assault on those that stress us; the funk stanks..we're Armed and Dangerous..

Some confessed to us; they were doing the dirty work...devil's advocates..

Tried to get back with us; holla at us; after things got dirty and grimy...

But I Was Just Passing Through; like Brenda Russell..Get There..in the hooptie...on a plane or bus is where you'll find me....

You'll get thrown under the bus..don't try to get there on a boat..Israelis will intercept it..

Don't get to long winded...watch your subject..or play it like Rick Warren..audience not receptive...

Don't try to get deceptive...like Blagojevich..asking for a fight...filling Obama Senate seat..

Meanwhile...these brothas are Going In.O-Zone will mic check it; O-Dog has the beat..

Just another sad love song like Toni Braxton? or it ends happily ever after? greatest love story a hoax?even Oprah got tricked again!!

We're in it now up to our necks; is this what we get for Going In?

It's All Good; we just cash these Reality Checks..and keep on pushing..

But we're not rushing; cruising like Smokie Robinson ; without the Miracles..

Filling in the blanks; to the Lord we give thanks; in our lives he's performed miracles..

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..

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...

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