"The hood I live in ain't that proper
Cause a cop'll stop ya
And have you at a hundred and eleventh before you can say not guilty
I'm not filthy
Nor am I rich
Ain't that a bitch..
Like life is
Not your wife is
See that's your butter half
Do your math
And peep that two halves make a whole
And all I have to hold
Is my self pride
So these streets I stride
Like a Black Panther
Asking can the
situation get much worse?
All I do is try to appeal to the masses
As the phrase keep it real passes
The teeth of too many phony individuals
Snakes, thats smooth like criminals..."
The words of
are the thoughts prevalent on my Malik Yusef
mind. I hope that's not too much to bite off because
it's going to be like that from time to time, this
is an experiment in expression by my brothers and
me. The Troop consists of forward thinkers and
the fly. Our aim is essentially to provide a
window to our respective streams of consciousness
but we also hope to invoke thought, discussion, and
action on varying levels. With time all things are
revealed though, so sit up and enjoy…here’s some
old school Outkast just to get things started,
though it isn't so much how you start as it is
how you finish.
Ya'll are about to witness a dynasty like no other.