#Philosorap

Stories and wonderings. Queried verses mixed with an instrumental answering. The melody slaps, doesn’t it? Possibly detrimental as well. Competitive with our claps yet we ain’t in it for the money. We just want to figure out why things are the way they are… and how to make them better.

#Philosorap. 

Love of rap. Love of Hip-Hop. Love of lyrics, questions, wisdom and knowledge. What is music? What is Hip-Hop? Bopping to the hardest anomalies that pester the brain. Synapses dancing on top of one another. What’s in between? Some drums and snares. A never ending bass. The center always there thanks to new seeds. Spice is grown then ground next to the roots of the refrain. Except we don’t hold back our punches. But we hold your back with open hands. Helps us to reinforce our own spines. The cover of words has been damaged over time. The mortar’s still pestling away, stringing sentences added on top of the pan.

Come help us cook it up together, tryna share the pie.

Hip-Hop Fans making Hip-Hop for Fans.

Spreading Wind, Spreading Wings.

Knowledge is a Myth

The final destination of Science: Mount Olympus

Which one exists? Either? Both? Nun?

How to get our thought into action?

That can provoke thought in others?

They want a show, we want to grow, seeds demonstrate

Hazy lucidity.

Lucy desires a cookie

Desire has a diamond for the lady in the sky.