Thank God that Stevie Wonder can't see, because if he could, the blinding whiteness we put off would have doomed his vision anyways.
With a group name taken from the blabberings of some guy who crashed his car into the side of someone's doublewide and a fist full of radio shack microphones MC Melvin and I burned through a couple of 4 track cassette tapes during a brief period of time of my "freshman" year of college. We never remembered our lyrics, flowed like a pregnant woman on the rag, and our beats were blaring analog abominations. Our first tape was eaten by a big ass dog that MC Melvin's cousin had. The others were eaten after being played in a Teddy Ruxpin. The last recordings were done on new years eve of 2002 with a drunken Phillip. We woke up the next morning and looked at Auto Traders and felt like shit. After that our real lives swallowed our souls and MC Melvin and Bavar Lurton were never heard from again.
Well...that's how the story should have been: left alone with two burnt out crappers, who for the life of them could barely keep a faultered hobby alive. In all actuality it merely lapsed into a coma only to spring back to life and horrify
the lurking relatives waiting for it to die. It's a long story that really doesn't need to be told. However, somewhere along the lines we picked up two new additions that go by MC Sumtiddes and MCMC. Because of these whippersnappers Melvin and I have been forced to push our feebled limits to the point of actually having to remember lyrics and structure. Who the fuck still does that!? The good news is that most people who come out of comas don't live long, and trust me we're only planning on being around. We weren't cut out for anything except being a joke, but not even a good joke. Knock knock.
Our homey MCMC passed away. I know the usual pouring of a forty on a curb is the quintessential rap send off, but let's get real, that's retarded. Butterflies, philosophy, electric cars, skateboards, odd vinyls, cigarettes, all these things were MCMC. Here's to keeping it real in the next life homey.
In light of recent tragedies MC Melvin managed to further pursue his career as a hip hop artist and assemble a new group of qualified homies to carry on the torch. There's no doubt he's taking things to the next level both musically and lyrically. Check out his MySpace page by clicking on the new car he bought by hustling some of his demo tapes at the Mall on New Hope.
