The sound right reasoning of Malachi York..

(the title of this post is an oxymoron, btw)

Installment duece in the obscure philly rapper of random flameage.

Rapper: Rockie Reyes

Song: "What's Really Good" from JMT's Visions of Ghandi

Substance: Whimsical reality rhymes over Stoupe's flyest salsa horns. A wonderfully unapologetic aesthetic nod to Jedi Mind Trick's North Philly Rican connection. They ain't did it before and they ain't did it since, and no matter since this jawn stands so strong alone.

Ayo these streets hate me, but it made me an animal
We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue
With drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you
In rap battles, where the audience'll clap at you
My block crazy, I never seen a cab pass through
On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow
Gats with barrels tucked under the apparel
And that's natural in a city of cracked statues
Please believe it, gunshots don't keep secrets
You keep sleeping, you're caught in your Jeep reaching
Always listen to an old man when he speaking
And learn how to keep at least a grand on the weekend
Learn how to analyze a man when he creeping
Learn not to never burn a bridge when you need kin
That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it
Drug dealers use this rap as street outlet
I leave doubters in the back and move outwards
Watch for them niggas in Tims and loose outfits
Guns don't kill people, the bullets'll kill people
And bullets leave holes that people can just see through
It's all mathematics is what these streets equal
It breeds evil, city niggas with Desert Eagles
That won't hesitate to drive by in tinted Regals
And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is...

It's like he ain't even wanna end cause there ain't no end to the sin he's spittin.

Holla at Rockie Reyes