Draft Day

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 lyrics are pretty fucking simple here folks... dont think too hard and stop relying on shitty headphones and here my music how its supposed to be heard...thank you and go check out Born Again Virgin Slut.





ehhhh calm down

Everyone is a robot

Everyone is a robot
Everyone is a robot
Everyone is a robot
You make all the right descisions
All the good, you have to live it
You never fall, you never broken
You have no heart, your never choking
Everyone is a robot
Everyone is a robot 
And everyone you see is always on dots
Everyone you see is always on dots

Departed Drones

Cannibal Girls (Skit)

I feel the hunger deep in my veins/ 
knuckles dusted with drywall I think im goin insane/
they say my Soul is an abyss with blissful trips on acid grabbing courage insecurities start to surface/
Fuck novacaine I love this pain but for some reason my fears still remain untamed until i/

Drown them with liquor too much and my conscious sarts to bicker/
Feelin down so he smokes to get up puff puff puff now my lungs are sicker/
Only trouble quenches the thirst of a sinner no shave November wolf pussy for dinner/
Spoken word spittin verbs of a non lucky winner/
Every morning bout last night they ask if I remember How could i?/
liver was up the cuyuhoga I lost count after 9 but why would i?/

Experience is the moment no need to reminisce back when I was floatin/
Triple xray vision see right through these hoes no wondering whats her mission/
My cock my god she screams and it never gets old/
naked with shame and regret in the hamper soul more barren than the bottle/
keepin heartache at a distance/
no love just sex more bud less stress lets all get drunk and go to heaven
the road goes on forever and the party never ends/

feathered wings burned away by the 2nd 5th of goose dusting cedar floors with ash baby I come to you with passion/
digging deeper uncovers more pain/
untame true dame unphased for this night know no shame/

but a risen sun may prove different when/
golden rays fall upon roses only touched in darkness/
the thorns have never been more sharp bitch swear to god

The Apple Was Rotton

I was washin my clothes in the tub linen smellin live dove/
That aint the soap that floats hov had his on a rope/
Funny visions of skinny models who punchlines no joke/
Heart. of. a. pimp. easy dumb hoes would say that spell h.o.p.e/

Women iwth no ambition who would have gone dike  just for a klondike/
my hands get heavy when they say the way im takin gprofit sketchy/
bitch dont make me tune you in the back of yo chevy/

Loco skull impression across ya cheek dont blame me you must be crazy/ couple dollars for that cholo stamp/
And since you fightin back bitch hit the exit ramp/
Tuck and roll like a champ, but your no louganus/
Just a loose whore with a loose anus/
Who get tricks to treat you to payments/

True story i knew a girl who took this broadway walk
This broad was a star but far from famous/
The type of industry that make pubesants wanna spank it 
Now she anxious monday mornign first shoot she waited naked/
But then got shot in the face and from the taste she almost fainted/
At first im thinking from disgust but shorty grew up/
With killers for brothers used to seeing these niggas bust/

But reluctant to give up just wondering how she had come this far/
Conducting a train of niggas just to come in her jaw/
Understanding that family would turn their head and never applaud/
Golden walls of vagina that shit dont last forever/ 
she weathers the storm but too much rain will ruin leather so i just tell her/

to put her top up and never take it off/
She tired of breaking even from breaking these niggas off/
Says its hard but now her soul is soft/
But that shit from hard to soft aint you used to it/
My bad i dont mean to offend you…/

And just like that the phone was silent/
I didnt mean to be mean by leaving and awkward silence/
But these sheets always remain free from her occupancy/
Owell
And to myself i whisper damn this girl needs help said owell what can i do for you/
Well since you got some time to kill you i get paid for every view/

This hoe nasty gotta believe it and if she swallowing semen then her friends are probably playing follow the leader/
Whenever she retreat south of the border tell er i need er/
Just mouth no hands can peel a chiquita/
Known as anita i just call er senorita she snort music white album the beatles/
While i recline and just induldge on reefer/

I throw jabs at the jibber jabber/
grammar sizzle like arm and hammer hooked on verses/
bitches be fiendin for me to servem/
If they worthy

Swallywood

A vintage skit about downtown and the sweet perversion that comes along with nightfall. Women really do run Kent, OH. The top ten prettiest and most poisonous females I have ever seen in my life live right in 44240.

Main Street Women (Skit)

16 bars later they all hate us/
145 seems fine but not my crowd/
Nor is no pub and scrub but the booze does/
just call me bluu Im off the moonshine and Blue Moon/
I’ll moon the masses if the boo’s comes/

2 years with a pen and whose young/
Drunk with skunk lung long way before 21/
Women no this face but do they the person not all are worthy/
Only understood in between line with times the music consume me/

I'd rather spark rhymes than bark jive/
Shitty small talker but rather Paul Walker/
Race on shots of 151 miles per hour, puke to the left I suggest/
Still fuck you great with late night menu on breastises/

Blackout brings day in/
breakfast of champs these niggas miss weighin/
Belt heavy and I’ll never lay it down/ 
Every king should pawn crown/
I yawn you frown Your lines are retired/
and don't take 2 weeks nigga ya fired/
Like a shadow fake to halloween marrow/

You creep get fronted g’s by g’s and cookbooks from your knees/
Type to fling from overseas web wife web of lies glad i refrained from familiar ties/
Married to notes not those from 9-5 But those turn lullabye/ whoa
Read between the lines penmanship devine/

With flow that starts hearts bless this word whoa/
Allergic to tailed vermon to contest this word/
never ambitious claimin hex on herb skrillah don’t speak lazy/
Damn hustle keepin me from sleep lately/
So if I leave weep lady I keep routine though crazy/

Sweep emo under the drug/
keep hush dirt under the rug/
Chip burner when attract bugs/
im popular no hooks Thowin gems no looks and drop a few jewels/
beautiful under pressure like diamonds dude/
Sowed my seed so my the greed grew dream azul And if t turn evil I keep rule/
steadily talking to myself askin who/
How when and why the born kid will always win/

Bluudolo was just so you could google him/
cool fuse spark dark when poodles try maneuver him/
Spit knowledge oozes him a logical man/
Corrupted by venus the penis it can’t understand damn/

But with the heart its trench warfare for scars there/
Target in motion hopeless less focused and claim devotion/
Ovary poser guess your right dark pyramid gave light from all colors/

Autumn fall then winter gaves problems option  1 same as my type/
Warming housewife died by a shotgun wedding/
fried pot with the reverend/
Preach leave no reach choppin any bitch barkin leash tossed/
Back in winter carcass frosted marcus lost it/
aww damn bitch hilarious to jest this court/

Court jester I’ll whore test ya Score white for lessons/
this god blesses

Metaphorical perplexes morpheus the orator but she was born a whore before eve/
only suicidal in the morning/
but at night turns vorhees Shows ink sleeves/ 
with an ass and my favorite steel ornaments/

Tight as tourniquet the torment of her tournament/
victor behold Blast past once crossed threshold/
22 but kamasutra bold A final shot for the night damn my karmas sold/

Bartered with the bartendress I think I remember her body tender
An ass fill out riveted denim damn/ 
tryna deposit dick to this mixologist/

And keep my tab open

Departed Drones

BLUUDOLO

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