Woke up this morning to this BANGER by Mr J Medeiros and Stro Elliot…personally I’ve been a fan of these two brothers for a while, and when they get together to release is THE STUFF OF LEGEND!

Stro Elliot aka Stro the 89th Key is THE MOST underrated producer underground. And personally my #1 producer for about 9 years now second only to J Dilla, and he is up there with the 9th Wonders, Nicolays, Thes One’s of this underground world. Stro is working on his debut album to be released later this year.

Peep Stro’s previous posts on WIB to witness the fitness or listen to his J Dilla tribute (my favourite tribute)

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Lyrics (Mr. J. Medeiros)

I’m from the Rocky Mountains
4 wheel drives I’m hoping out them
Talking bout how the war steals lives
Forgot about them cause you aint from the Springs
Where the heat come early hearing the beat from the C 130
Make you wonder if our freedoms worthy
Hurry to draft our population
Kids loosing they dads to the Iraq occupation
Cops in blue and black waiting
Two in the back hating on the boom in the Ac
While we cruising through the gas stations
Cash inflation grow passed your patience
See the banks throw us out like trash
It’s castration for any mans ego
Saving the fam we know
Aint Brooklyn
But we still in the hand of Gambino’s
My fam came from the east coast
Pikes Peak or bust so to those we toast
You might meet the dust if you got more foes then friends
But in the end you gotta keep both close
Saw my first gun in 6th grade the young had switchblades
D-3 got PTSD to this day
You know those proud boys
Popping that loud noise
Come mopping your town with a crowd full of cowboys
Vet’s sent to free never left what they went to see
So Colorado’s getting out of debt through the dispensaries
Filling those empty z’s from killing enemies
Let me see who reps the C presently mention me
Shout out to those who will eventually
And those cops closing down every event that we went to see
Now you can mock me
Lock me in this box with Lockheed
I’ll drop heat
Leaving even the cocky knock kneed
Stop me if a fan needs an autographed copy
Like… Where you from man?
The Rockies
Lost friends to drugs and gun violence
Thugs of all kinds since HUD homes
And Sons of Silence
Since the gunned down Ludlow Miners
And that one running town playing humble
Climbing on that methamphetamine
Left hand lead a dream
Right hand let him fean
Despite them getting green
Must be the adrenal fever
Or the high altitude cerebral edema
Now where’s FEMA no where’s your femur
Drop knee believer redeem your demeanor
Run rhymes cus sometimes the green is greener
When you see the whole scene
Through the sheen of a screen door
Now it aint worth a stack for the major labor pains
Laying birth to a track with a major label’s name
Haters complain shame I don’t cater to fame
I fight back writing raps I gotta later explain
If you favor the change put your hands to the reins
I’m from the land where a man is a man
And a range is a range
Hollywood can damage your brain
Take advantage of all that’s good
And hand you a chain
I stay the same aint playing the part
With every statement from the heart
Made facing the dark
Bringing light to the days at Acacia Park
Do you rap do you skate do you paint
State your art
Play your part before you sweat the scene
From the 719 and anyone with a dream
To the 303 and everyone in between
And the let the sun shine down on Colorado Springs