The brass has such a swagger and the cymbals almost skate while vocalist Mic Write's voice bobs and weaves with a cool confidence, a "...ridiculous flow," as he puts it, spat in such a spirited swiftness at certain hooks you can almost feel him shouldering his way down off the edge of a stage, to get down into the jostling of beats right alongside you...
His edge and his eagerness is mirrored in the fitful bongos busting out of "Tryna..." where his vocals seem tempered by the smoother elegance of those soaring string samples, working his way through all his commitments, both creative and personal, and bending his voice in that creakier higher register he can hit over the wavy, soulful choruses. It helps, also, when the bluesy bark of Mister comes in like the vocal equivalent of putting the cadenced pedal-to-the-enunciated-metal.
"Ah don't want the world..." he humbly resigns. "You either do it or you don't...playing in the game or on the sidelines..." That's his only guideline. "So what-up?" he quickly challenges as the song fades away...
Morris Code, which, to this writer, ties into the vitality of the beat, of the steadied, decorous rhythmic patterns of an emcee's voice, to the art of hip-hop, is something like Mic Write's rolling-up of his own sleeve, not so much to show his overly moody heart or reel of rhymed confessions to you, but to demonstrate that, around his hood, they "wear scars like verses...poetry galvanized into our skins..." Beyond hip-hop, beyond traditional rap, Mic Write's talents as a spoken-word artist shine across the beautiful brooding "H.O.M.E.S" (which features Doss The Artist).
The nervy guitar samples of "Gravity" gets you up and the steady hand-claps atop those soft fuzzy pianos turn it into a fittingly climactic ballad. His fellow emcee from Cold Men Young, Kopelli, gets a lot of room to rap here - gracefully waxing his words on loyalty and friendship. "We related by beats..." Mic Write comes in at the end to close it all out. "...by something deeper than blood."
