I put a premium on rhymes
-- how could I
Not living the ti mes of the Supa
Emcees wh ere styles are def, lyrics fly,
Tight the wa y our minds move over Beats and gro oves. Our brain matter’s Amped, mic-c hecked so we non stop. My spirit feels echoes thanks to hip-hop.
from “Erie” b y Major Jackson
The rhythm hits you like a slow punch. There's the DJ, hunched over turn-tables, leaving
his crates & crates of vinyl;
one hand holding his head,
nodding
in agreement to the beats’ unbroken enthymatic claims,
the other s pinning moods & vibes so intoxicating
you throw back y our gin & tonic & head for th e dance-floor.It’s time to lose yourself.
The whole city is here swiveling on a throb. from “Silk C ity” by Major Jackson