djdubone

Producer

House

I rise from the smoke mist streets of the east, los filled with ghost consumed in the belly of the beast. since my birth i took skills to respond to outcries if mine, with art from my heart i neutralized the walls of time. which encompassed my mind and limitations on my soul, freed myself through aeronautical pigment instrument flow. my entity hides inside the souls of painted pictures, my identity resides in shadows of lyrical scriptures. with instincts to survive and my ghetto style dreams, ive molded my ways to walk with moon under sun beams. this walk of life through sad nights where hope cries, when the los slowly dies then i lose all ties. now lost and alone so what can i do homes, but walk through dreams where the city souls roam... i was born and raised to recite my visions of dreams from my realistic existence. then behold my soul controls the words whence they flow. extracted from the dark corners of pain and sorrow. so sonic syllables become lyrical pictures, transformation into visual scriptures. nocturnal pulse articulates my emotions. struggles of hope with vocal convictions and devotion. deep rooted renditions of rhythms waking my mind to revivals, recitals that are spiritually and mentally vital. M.I.S.O.L. magic uplifts, the mighty mystic people of the pyramids. manifesting spirits to manage the damage done. by the rays of the sun, we bring redrum, to those who try to stop I.T.S. family formations. formulation of Lost Souls within this circular relation.