A human beatboxer, or Table D. J. are the first people in our generation known to have spoken about this subterranean history, of musical and social connective creative space, that incarcerated Americans experienced before, during, and after many Civil Rights Movements and eras dating back into the days of blatant slavery.
Same songs, different lyrics, same movement, different generation, same hateful enemy, new solidarity of love, where the killing of dead time, with the energy of live entertainment, from some of the youngest voices that can only be heard, when the souls of the innercity streets of America consolidate in true power, simply by breathing in the fresh air of the fresh circulation of Will, and determination, flowing through the ventilation system of incarceration.
For this demo, we requested each contributing scribbler to identify by street Tribal name only, to highlight and honor the names located on each page, of just a few, of the thousands of victims, of militarized police terrorist murders, of American innercity youth, hey, y'all ready for some grimy consciousness?
So, without further adulation, Ladies and Gentlemen, again, welcome to The Vent, in prisoner zine format, at California deathrow, October 2016, Black Lives Matter!
-Sniper Azande Xzyzst Master of Ceremonies
(Cary Ball) 2 of 2
[Page 5]
New Generation Rising by, Xzyzst (exist)
New Generation Rising Kelsey, Pride, Jesse, Taco, Tookie, J.Rock, Moyo. New Generation Rising
Smurf Bird Lil G. & AL-B Juvenile, Lukanoz & CharlieC KiKi & Taco, DannyBoy & Goldie Loc Rock Head, Scrappy Moja Time & Moe
B-Man & Cee, Javier & A.D. Shawty & Christ, B.G. & Y.B. J-Kul, Young Detroit & Mahdi Rusty & Chaka, Potatohead & Brotha E.
Kwesi Snake & Whacc Sugar Rah & Shaq Adisa & AJani Kerm Muatta Lil Jack Fee Tracy Nut & Spreg Mao Bone & Bay Ant Blank & Wiz Jawaun Boo & Valley J.
Tajirio USO BOBO, L.A. Tone & Solo Ken DOG_E.DOG_J-DOG_ N.G. & NONO Bandit Jab & Swoop, LocSicc & Chris Will Rocc Cain & Mal Knockout June & Element
Batman & B-Mo, T. Maxster & E. Mo Dwayne Blaze Sanman Kelly lil Bandito SKwondro Squabblez Chunga Sonny Loko BowWow Sycko Two Crazy Bam Kaos C. John & Wyld
Nitty Jap & Roova Ray, K-Sean La-Twon & Saint Rayon Big Rock & Ru P-Funk & Drew & Young G-Wayne Monsta Wrink & Shoez, New generation youth Caucasians Asians Natives Eses Usos & The Jews
1 of 1 (Timothy Pride)
[Page 6]
Like They Use To by; Kaos (Sevyl Smith) 1 of 1
Man I can't even call it, it's scary this solitary confinement, no commissary to dine in, tryin hard to keep my thoughts str8 God got a plan for me what is my fate I know it's not to sit here and rot in this place I'm cryin on tha inside but all you see is mean mugz having visions of my paper is what I dream of But what am I to do while I'm locked in this pit visualizing tha streets but I wake up staring at bricks
[Page Two] Contents: A Write or Die Zine Production
Featuring: Xzyzst, Kaos, Toth, Syeko, Negasi, Big Rock, Narmir, Joker, Wyld, Batman.
Graffiti Art by, J. KuL
The Vent Title Page Name
Master of Ceremonies VENT (prologue) Oscar Grant Rap New Generation Rising Timothy Pride Rap Like They Use To Sevyl Smith Spoken Word Does It Mean to be Black Mario Woods Rap Angry Black Man Micah Johnson Spoken Word Audacious Demand Raheim Brown Spoken Word Where the Children Play Lavell Mixson Introspective No Man's Land Laquan McDonald PAPCO Group Blog Recent Comments Kenneth Harding Letter Narmir Nate Wilks Letter (response) Spears & Shields Dante Parker Mic Controller Cipher @Golgotha w/Joker Anthony Hiller Introspective No Clean Hands Tamir Rice Song Nobody Michael Brown Mic Controller Cipher @Golgotha w/Wyld Alan Blueford Rap Man Up Lin "Spit" Newborn Spoken Word Root of the Matter Kieth Scott Introspective Resolution of Power Treyvon Martin Master of Ceremonies VENT (epilogue) Terence Crutcher
Piankhi -- editor betweenthebars.org/group/papco
Anthony Rayson - Zine Publisher South Chicago ABC Zine Distro PO Box 721, Homewood, IL, 60430
Copyright Left 2017
[Page 3]
THE VENT (Prologue)
Vent - to give vigorous or emotional expression to, an opportunity, or way of escape, or passage, or relief of pressure, to cause fresh air to circulate, so as to replace foul air.
Welcome to The Vent, a subculture within a subculture. So, imagine, well, just those of you who haven't already experienced this, but imagine being arrested in America, oh lawd!
Yes, it's personal, and life just got real, on unexpected levels, you're sitting in a jail cell, prison cell, or Juvenile Detention cell, like so many of us, you hear sounds of rhythmic pounding; designers of institutions renders every captive blind, so there is no way you can see where the sounds are coming from, so, where is it coming from?
The sink? No, The toilet? yeah maybe, but for You, hell no, it's got to be the air vent, right? And by captive nature, you climb on top of the sing to press your ear against the air vent and discover an underworld, in real time, live sessions of other worldly spoken word performances, recitals of Poetic Asides, political dialogue, and commentary, All day, all night rap battles, and some of the best singing you've ever hard, No busters allowed clause in full effect.
Massive euphoria, applause, oohz and awwhhz, laughter, and the thick tension of silence when you hear voices inside the vent calling out to you, mostly to see if the new homie got flows, as the vent craves new energy.
Now, for a few of the elderly, the haters, and racist cops, all of this ain't nothing but a bunch of goddamn noise, and even those brief Rude interruptive static moments seem to be a natural component to what happens inside of the Vent, locked up, and locked down, and yet, still free.
RSS
The Vent cont.
A human beatboxer, or Table D. J. are the first people in our generation known to have spoken about this subterranean history, of musical and social connective creative space, that incarcerated Americans experienced before, during, and after many Civil Rights Movements and eras dating back into the days of blatant slavery.
Same songs, different lyrics, same movement, different generation, same hateful enemy, new solidarity of love, where the killing of dead time, with the energy of live entertainment, from some of the youngest voices that can only be heard, when the souls of the innercity streets of America consolidate in true power, simply by breathing in the fresh air of the fresh circulation of Will, and determination, flowing through the ventilation system of incarceration.
For this demo, we requested each contributing scribbler to identify by street Tribal name only, to highlight and honor the names located on each page, of just a few, of the thousands of victims, of militarized police terrorist murders, of American innercity youth, hey, y'all ready for some grimy consciousness?
So, without further adulation, Ladies and Gentlemen, again, welcome to The Vent, in prisoner zine format, at California deathrow, October 2016, Black Lives Matter!
-Sniper Azande Xzyzst
Master of Ceremonies
(Cary Ball) 2 of 2
[Page 5]
New Generation Rising
by, Xzyzst (exist)
New Generation Rising
Kelsey, Pride, Jesse, Taco,
Tookie, J.Rock, Moyo.
New Generation Rising
Smurf Bird Lil G. & AL-B
Juvenile, Lukanoz & CharlieC
KiKi & Taco, DannyBoy & Goldie Loc
Rock Head, Scrappy Moja Time & Moe
B-Man & Cee, Javier & A.D.
Shawty & Christ, B.G. & Y.B.
J-Kul, Young Detroit & Mahdi
Rusty & Chaka, Potatohead & Brotha E.
Kwesi Snake & Whacc
Sugar Rah & Shaq
Adisa & AJani Kerm Muatta Lil Jack
Fee Tracy Nut & Spreg
Mao Bone & Bay
Ant Blank & Wiz
Jawaun Boo & Valley J.
Tajirio USO BOBO, L.A. Tone & Solo
Ken DOG_E.DOG_J-DOG_ N.G. & NONO
Bandit Jab & Swoop, LocSicc & Chris
Will Rocc Cain & Mal Knockout June & Element
Batman & B-Mo, T. Maxster & E. Mo
Dwayne Blaze Sanman Kelly lil Bandito
SKwondro Squabblez Chunga Sonny Loko BowWow
Sycko Two Crazy Bam Kaos C. John & Wyld
Nitty Jap & Roova Ray, K-Sean La-Twon & Saint
Rayon Big Rock & Ru P-Funk & Drew & Young G-Wayne
Monsta Wrink & Shoez, New generation youth
Caucasians Asians Natives Eses Usos & The Jews
1 of 1
(Timothy Pride)
[Page 6]
Like They Use To by; Kaos
(Sevyl Smith)
1 of 1
Man I can't even call it, it's scary
this solitary confinement, no commissary
to dine in, tryin hard to keep my thoughts str8
God got a plan for me what is my fate
I know it's not to sit here and rot in this place
I'm cryin on tha inside but all you see is mean mugz
having visions of my paper is what I dream of
But what am I to do while I'm locked in this pit
visualizing tha streets but I wake up staring at bricks
[Title image: "Vent"]
[Page Two]
Contents: A Write or Die Zine Production
Featuring: Xzyzst, Kaos, Toth, Syeko, Negasi, Big Rock, Narmir, Joker, Wyld, Batman.
Graffiti Art by, J. KuL
The Vent Title Page Name
Master of Ceremonies VENT (prologue) Oscar Grant
Rap New Generation Rising Timothy Pride
Rap Like They Use To Sevyl Smith
Spoken Word Does It Mean to be Black Mario Woods
Rap Angry Black Man Micah Johnson
Spoken Word Audacious Demand Raheim Brown
Spoken Word Where the Children Play Lavell Mixson
Introspective No Man's Land Laquan McDonald
PAPCO Group Blog Recent Comments Kenneth Harding
Letter Narmir Nate Wilks
Letter (response) Spears & Shields Dante Parker
Mic Controller Cipher @Golgotha w/Joker Anthony Hiller
Introspective No Clean Hands Tamir Rice
Song Nobody Michael Brown
Mic Controller Cipher @Golgotha w/Wyld Alan Blueford
Rap Man Up Lin "Spit" Newborn
Spoken Word Root of the Matter Kieth Scott
Introspective Resolution of Power Treyvon Martin
Master of Ceremonies VENT (epilogue) Terence Crutcher
Piankhi -- editor
betweenthebars.org/group/papco
Anthony Rayson - Zine Publisher
South Chicago ABC Zine Distro
PO Box 721, Homewood, IL, 60430
Copyright Left 2017
[Page 3]
THE VENT (Prologue)
Vent - to give vigorous or emotional expression to, an opportunity, or way of escape, or passage, or relief of pressure, to cause fresh air to circulate, so as to replace foul air.
Welcome to The Vent,
a subculture within a subculture. So, imagine, well, just those of you who haven't already experienced this, but imagine being arrested in America, oh lawd!
Yes, it's personal, and life just got real, on unexpected levels, you're sitting in a jail cell, prison cell, or Juvenile Detention cell, like so many of us, you hear sounds of rhythmic pounding; designers of institutions renders every captive blind, so there is no way you can see where the sounds are coming from, so, where is it coming from?
The sink? No, The toilet? yeah maybe, but for You, hell no, it's got to be the air vent, right? And by captive nature, you climb on top of the sing to press your ear against the air vent and discover an underworld, in real time, live sessions of other worldly spoken word performances, recitals of Poetic Asides, political dialogue, and commentary, All day, all night rap battles, and some of the best singing you've ever hard, No busters allowed clause in full effect.
Massive euphoria, applause, oohz and awwhhz, laughter, and the thick tension of silence when you hear voices inside the vent calling out to you, mostly to see if the new homie got flows, as the vent craves new energy.
Now, for a few of the elderly, the haters, and racist cops, all of this ain't nothing but a bunch of goddamn noise, and even those brief Rude interruptive static moments seem to be a natural component to what happens inside of the Vent, locked up, and locked down, and yet, still free.
(Oscar Grant) 1 of 2
Gypsy
Gypsy