For Jeff, Dwayne, Carl, Nick and Sky -- Stay up

Fuchx decided not to go swimmin. Fuchx gon down to the beach en it's there he see Pallo the playa. Pallo, he could fuc witchu or maybe not. Pallo, he a homebwoy. But dang, dawg… he insane, yo. So, most/some, think no mäss wiph that Black, yo. Pallo he wrestle crackheads en junkies down en risk gettin stabbed wiph infected needles.

He walk heavy en holla over Me, thet vato Pallo.

Doin the best he can Doin the best he can, Pallo do...

Pallo, do woht he do and gotta do cuz he O.G., vetarano, a rudebwoy in la vida of free thank. He work at the corner grocery. Pallo work at Welburns where junkies try en steal cheese en big talk bout shankin you wiph AIDS spikes. Pallo fight everydaye on principle. Recognize thet baby homebwoy. He a mandime beyond moka toned fine. Pallo ruff, bwoy. Thank, bout it, dun. Think for yourself. Fuchx gon get at thet dawg, nekgah.

Pallo, peep Fuchx.

Pallo, tell him how to uplift or Pallo tell him that Victoria, the name thet they, dem thet was in Cook's set, call me, Pallo could say it like dis, baby; 'Garden City, it a nonorgasmic flat bitch who jus ain't worth fuccin no mo, homey. Done be goin off bustin your back up, homebwoy. Ain't nothin comin from your push up en sweat, dawg.

Fo truht/fo truht

Doin the best he can

Doin the best he can

Fo truht

Fo truht

Fo truht

Fo truht, he doin the best he can. But the mad/mean gets to him en move from Gullah blue and swang wiph wide/miles in Miles' down mad Blue. En he become smackt out in sad/sads. Fo truht, he doin the best he can. Cuz, Pallo fam en all, yo.

Fuchx, he scopin ol' bwoy Pallo bumpin coo blue notes on his Jamaican sound system. En thet make it all intensified. It dopical logic wicked swea ass music, naw. Ah, Fuchx he step low toward that løc. Cuz that cabrón, Pallo, get liquard up, sometime, en he wanna make to fight, sometime, shout en callin folk out on shit en livin Our life madcrazy like spin art drops Khakis to ankles en humps brown asses, clean/clean.

But Pallo, do woht he do and gotta do cuz he O.G., vetarano, a rudebwoy in la vida. Recognize thet baby homebwoy. Cuz, some think him leva. Some think him a threat. Some think him coo. Most think him fuccin loco as a fuddahmuccah, homes.

But fuc dat or not, homebwoy. Think for yourself and thank like a smart young mack. Fo truht, nekgah gotz large heart built like Raekwon. You wanna go listen up thet shit, baby homey. Then come up, rudie. Watch and hear what ol' bwoys gots to say bout all dis.

Fuchx feelin this Pallo shit, homes. Fuchx see Pallo. His low cut PLO crop head, peach fuzz mustachio en massive/mini goat. He see Pallo sittin in his dope ride = thet blue lowlow, wiph 3 stars en sparklin hubs.

Fuchx see him strong him strong on Me mo furious then Terminator X on yai. Pallo cruises wiph mad corazone. He backs the daye when hop was hip en passion warn't sold to thugz. Pallo keen on bumpin, thet beast, rockin it clever on his whipbright selector -- like vinyl flat out spinnin art, up en sideways, back en forth, rockin the boom wheel to massive spits by Cassette Slutz.

 

Let's raid house parties pretendin' thet we gonna die in dayz. Let's rock fly shit like the world was a blackheart'z catwalk. We could try en find our fathers in the audience. They snuc in wyel it was black and stand up against walls in the middle -- wide grilled and violently proud.

Let's make like squares think that not only Moreno's can be niggas.

Let's make it en kill it fantasmical en dream of low life en respect.

Let's pretend breakin' 420 waz bout hookin wiph people's en not a smoggy tantrum jonesin for a blunt.

Let's bring crazy dayz to sense en clear the haze away from the sensi.

Let's pretend the world is centred around the bass and thet all the rest circle luv/luv roun the periphery like angelos ræsin' toward a compassionate don.

 

-Woht's poppin, Fuchx-

-Wuh do um, Pallo? I thought you suppose be at the potholes-

-Jus droppin the boys off. They figured they'd work they own way back, peewee-

-Fuc dat peewee, shit, dawg-

-Fuc dat, fuc dat, peewee. Woht you up to-

-Slangin-

-…at the beach, baby-

-Yaeh…-

 

Baby is a homebwoy hookin up wiph his nekgah. Baby make close. Baby is a ride. Baby is a nekgah wiph self. Baby is Spec nicin up Our mash. Baby's a homey's wyelstyel. Baby is when Sichuan put him needle to the wax. Baby is him floss gon digital. Baby is the drop he beat. Baby is foeva We sufferin. Baby is logical dopism. Baby is a darker shade of moka.

Doin the best he can, baby.

Doin the best We see, baby

Baby, is bumpin it wyel for Brown crowd's. Baby makes to cruise en pump thoughts up en baby, make it knock smart - fo truht.

Chase dem

Chase dem

Baby is heavy discipline. Heavy manners, dun. Heavy manners, cuz. Heavy heavy manners.

Baby is a beat breakin' apart in the download. Baby, is the son of a baba coo = who turn alias en ride ruff, yush.

Chase dem

Chase dem

Baby is doin the best he can.

You wiph me, baby?

 

-Yaeh, yaeh... let's blow wood, baby bwoy-

-…sayin I can ride witchu-

-All work en no play, baby homebwoy-

-Coo, I'm down-

-Let's blow wood, brown eyez-

 

Pallo, he no pay no neva mind to nadathang, homes. Pallo, he bin leva all his life, homes. He leva cuz of one or the other thang. He like dat or like dis. He done do dat or do dis. He give outs to dat one en holla at dose ones. He look smart. He turn head too coo coo en make homies jelly. He gots a ride thet rocks, knocks en bumps rifamos. C/s, loco. Woht you thank you cayn upset wiph thet mack, homey.

He raise that monsta up for Fuchx more then once when he peep him on Us. That mighty buck knocks coo/coo wiph 3 stars on it sparklin nights en dayes choice, homey.

Pallo bang Al Green en his beat starts. They make a nine in they tails en push a tre star ton off to Pallo’s weed stanct crib. Fuchx feelin this Pallo shit, homes.

©2001 Lawrence Ytzhak Braithwaite - Contributor's Bio