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

Tonight it seems were both natural born enemies/
And Ive seem to let this hennesse get the best of me/
If my palms become heavy I apologize/ 
though never would I decide to strike you/
But the 5th is gone where did this razor tongue come from you’ve brung/

with it you just, Cut me, cut me, cut me till im empty/
and you still Judge me, judge me, judge me Im so guilty/
And when the gavel bangs it brings you pain/
and the clouds erase it remains to rain Call me insane/

no umbrella for this weather fallin from venus drug of corrupt pleasure/
Once the moon is done this journey is far from young/ 
Forgotten are the sharpest words from the softest tongue/
Mother herb for the nerves while a milf touch on my lungs/

Pubescent mastorbator rotton tomato fuck it labled a born fornicator since cut from the cable/
Impatient no longer waiting tip the waitress with something till she salivate without salvation till her nose is running/
Too horny to give a warning she never saw it coming look straight at me said I guess that’s what you wanted never fronted/

Hit the backdoor gape was great what more could I ask for/ 
maybe for 4 more long as they bad as you no attitude couple tattoos a shot of gin I mastered the poor?
But tonight its kinda sloppy match how I be/
 swimming up a creek with shots for paddles im so cocky harder than rocky round 12 rang bells no get the fuck up off me/

You drove the pole position even let ya girls keep switchin/ 
dolo be nonchalant evasive to conversation babies get wasted/
No room for junior after chasing Rachel petunia/ 
since you agree then that makes two of us/ 
smoothly guide you through the rough/

Rhymes uncut doggin these pups they cant keep up/
even if my life was ending abrupt on my back relaxing grasping for luck/
Before my last breath passing burn ashes in the zag some deluxe/
thinkin they got the upperhand I instruct a mans family to pay me/

before I ghost drive his whip off a cliff doing 80/ 
but don’t think im lazy or crazy call me brainy/ 
T’s crossed eyes dotted before the dip remove safety yea baby/ 

this evening I found reason no need to be killing season/ 
rabbits and duck for lunch no elmur fud to fuck me up/ 
numb brain so verses more like max payne on campaign/
and I just keep poppin cottin not linen/ 
slave for the syptom when your nerves are overly attentive/

flipped a few pills was still claimin hustle/ 
I learned my lesson from before memory muscle/
so don’t call me if your claim is to only get a couple/ 
multiply that shit by ten and make it a double/
 
assassin of youth killin our lungs but passing the truth/ 
burn indian boy not chief wahoo you chief cause I do high/
but I stay solo im so used to these dolo moves/ 
one deep to the bar is not an issue/ 
drunk back the fuck up I wont diss you/ 
maybe feel the liquor kick in then hit you no tab to split just your wig my dude/

went from relaxin and chillin/ 
to taxin niggas establishing rhythm/ 
makin sure sucka shit erased from existence/ 
chasin a dream cream holla if you with me kid/

Stomptheash

BLUUDOLO

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