Mach-Hommy was a man of few words the first time I encountered him. But what I've learned since is he just doesn't like to waste words; he's not big on small talk. He wants the art and the music to speak for itself. He doesn't do appearances, he doesn't give interviews, and he doesn't use social media. 

So when I submitted my request for a sit down, I wasn't sure he'd agree to it.

But he did. He let me know that he was going to be in town supporting the folks at KRAVAT for their product launch... but we could talk afterwards.

So we talked for hours. About Haiti, being Haitian, his grandfather. How he came to be; what he's working toward. Through that came insight into an artist now approximating a cult figure in this thing we call underground hip-hop.

Ladies and gentlemen . . . Mach-Hommy.

casadelowrey.com presents Tea & Converse
Featuring @mach-hommy
Recorded at Gansevoort Park Avenue, New York, NY
Mixed by Paul Murray at 1st Floor Studios, New York, NY

Tea & Converse: Mach-Hommy

The measure of life is not what you accumulate/ 
but all the great you create to live on for another day/, 
so when my soul is gone these words they cannot take away/ 
and ladies turn this shit up if any haters try to downplay/

movin packs words on wax is forte/ 
whats mines bay is yours just skip the fuckin foreplay/ 
last night we got fucked up and that was on a Monday/ 
woke up to some grass and a glass of OJ/

Waken bake these niggas make it seem gourmet/ 
im sucha cool dude that’s what them cold whores say/ 
lifes a movie so this tape is just a screen play/ 
gas cash fillin up u hit the pump at speedway/
If I visit the venue use my feet no need for valet/,
121 doing numbers thank god Yahweh/ 
I hit the backdoor for them parties yall can wait/
 on my way to smoke a jay them niggas can wait/


Grovewood where this hustle started/ 
hittin the court at six in the morning/ 
jumpers for dollars nigga I was on it/ 
hood sluts by the masses asses they would flaunt it/

Dudes was huntin for pussy never understood it of course the women were looking/ 
hazel eyes real nigga resist it they couldn’t/
scorchin pavement made the horizon seem wavy like finger waves on a black head way back in the 80s/

Was never passionate bout clappin or even rappin just hustling on them boards dropping baskets/
first joints lit money became a common habbit had to have savage was giving the game hell damage/
Ups and downs travel somehow I still manage to break even or count profit believe it/
me and chewy bending corners in Cleveland no mo virgin lungs every day I was hittin reefer/

22years young just not another death still feel blessed/ 
learned a lot on my own so I know failure teaches success and thensome/ stresstin out started burnin winstons/ 
truth is the only opinion that survives/ 
so I respect her judgement when she tells me that im wise no lie/

Speaking of survival dead men have no friends/ 
walking zombie been him dolo journey staying away from the gourney/
Cant dap you up if together we didn’t grow up/ 
don’t claim to be my homie peon you don’t know me/ 
saying I changed, hatin consistent/ 
so what I found a new addiction/ 

but I didn’t lose myself in this game im not huntin for fame my ohio niggas would be ashamed/
So don’t judge this man watch his plan I wrote thise raps months b4 I might have it/ 
you tired nigga please runnin on ankles hustle till I got nubs for feet can you keep up with me?/

Dreams/$

BLUUDOLO

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