His verses stood the test of time.

R.I.P. Ramo


R.I.P. Ramo

his last verse on Step Off is a personal favorite. He was so ahead of other MCs in his era. In delivery...in flow...in content...in rhyme schemes...in adlibs... In everything.
That beat switch
Little pieces of a dream is all you mean
Since the day you stepped into the MC scene
Bitin' your moves, takin' fake awards
Sayin' everyone else is perpetratin' the frauds
But you're nothin' but a clone of a flesh and bone
Now you're tryin' to play gone on the microphone
But I tell you 'bout a night and you know I'm right
When you listen to us rockin' to the broad daylight
And then you looked in the sky and you started to cuss
But then you prayed to God that you could be like us
Then God was great and God was true
And he tried to show you how to be like you
But you still didn't get where you wanted to go
When you gathered in a group and got your own show
Cause without the source, the force won't survive
For eternity, the source is alive
You forgot the words of your creator
And now he's made you a perpetrator
Forever in a world of you and a girl
A few grams in a pipe to make your head swirl
You must spread the words of the master teacher
You die by the rhymes and the streets'll eat you
The words are a gift we will never flaunt
That's why we're gonna get everything we want
Just like a shadow in the night on a sight unseen
And I'm the bonafide vocal master supreme
And I'm here to run it down for the ladies and gents
For my rhymes make dollars plus they make sense
See, you're down with Cowboy, you'll be rockin' the show
With King Lou, Tommy Gun and, huh, Scorpio
Kami Kaze, Clayton Savage and Eazy Mike
And goin' down in the books is the king of the night
So if you're ever in a battle, I'm-a make you my slave
And I'm-a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave
Leave behind all your fame and wealth
So you can say one rhyme, then bury yourself, huh
I may sound possessed, but you know I'm blessed
With the will to make sense of all this mess
I'm the power of the sun that shines in the sky
And I'm the only MC that'll never die
So just rock and don't stop 'til you hit the top
But when you see Mellie Mel, you're gonna have to drop
Yeah breh.
Mel's verses on The Message didn't really hit me until I was an adult, even though I'd heard it for years.
In my opinion, Mel's second verse on that record is the greatest verse ever written, to this day.
And just like with the Beat Street verse, everything he says rings true even 30+ years later.
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say "I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool"
But then you wind up dropping outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all none void
Walking round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover faq
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young
I heard this for the first time as an adult like 2 years ago and immediately thought this is the greatest verse i ever heard in rap because he said this shyt in the fukking 80s and it still goes hard today.
Yeah breh.
Mel's verses on The Message didn't really hit me until I was an adult, even though I'd heard it for years.
In my opinion, Mel's second verse on that record is the greatest verse ever written, to this day.
And just like with the Beat Street verse, everything he says rings true even 30+ years later.
A child is born with no state of mind
Blind to the ways of mankind
God is smiling on you but he's frowning too
Because only God knows what you'll go through
You'll grow in the ghetto living second-rate
And your eyes will sing a song of deep hate
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
Driving big cars, spending twenties and tens
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers
You say "I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool"
But then you wind up dropping outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all none void
Walking round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
Spend the next two years as a undercover faq
Being used and abused to serve like hell
Til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
It was plain to see that your life was lost
You was cold and your body swung back and forth
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song
Of how you lived so fast and died so young