Pops, Me & My Sis bout to go catch some fishes out dem dare ponds in da country.
When we comes back, we cleans em real good. Cut da fish headz off & guts em. You know. Throws da fish headz to da catz. Once we gets em cleaned up, we takes da fishes in da house. By den, daddy be done had dat grease real hot. And he gots dem grits cooking with cheese in it. Mustard & ketchup ready. You talkin bout some good eating. Man, you got to take ya shoes off & wiggle ya toes while you eat dat kinda Deep South Cooking.
Peep this…at night when it was hard seeing the fishing rod duck down when fish bit the bait–my father had a master plan for that. You know baby shoe bells. He used them. Tied them to the tip of the fishing rods, where the hole is, where the line go through. He tied the bell on the rod tip wt bread wrappers. We might be down a railroad track, checking lines tied to the tracks, trees, etc. Just lines & hooks wt bait. But we had other rods out too. When a fish hit them, the bells went off.
Sometimes, the fish bit the bait one after another or at the same time. It sounded like Christmas bells going off. DADDY WOULD SAY…”that’s what I’m talking bout….get ready lil fish, y’all getting fried up tonight….yes Sir Son, that’s what I’m talking bout.”
Old Man ButterMilk challenged some young cat d other day in d Barbershop. He & his partners was in there rapping they behinds off, beating on wood benches, spitting bars & everything.
Old Man ButterMilk walked right up among em, & said:
“Look here young fellas, I want d hardest rapper among y’all young gits. Imma break u off a lil sumptin sumptin. I wanna do one of dem dare, what y’all young people call it…..uh, uh, uh Rap Battles against you.”
Smooth G stepped forward. And said well, “Mr. ButterMilk, I’m d hardest Rapper in here. These jokers my lyrical sons, trying to grow up & b like dey daddy, U feel me?”
Old Man ButterMilk said “Alwright den, young fella, lets do it, I’m going 1st.”
“These jewels lift d brain 2 d stars/I got a whole factory full of candy bars/don’t know if Chocolate yo flavor/just wondering if u went to d otherside/many of our people trying 2 hide/getting a leg up in d American Dream/while illusions fade/bustin them jokers down d seam/Imma M-60 machine gun/when I spit/mindless jokers run/I jewel drop in my sleep, just 4 fun/transformed 2 d eye of d tiger/stealth mode/battle champ/these lyrics here/make yo mouth clamp/what can u do wt somebody like me/float like a butterfly, stang like a bee/tap you in d mind & eyes so many times/u see 3/dumbfounded 4 days/tornado watch/–no good/d way I hit d dome/–make soldiers of light dat rebuild d hood/—/–get at me Git/–remix–same thang next time/–spank u cross my knee lyrically…I’m d original OG (Original Gangsta).