Marion Write Goes Hard on “May December Cipher” (Listen & Download)

Las Vegas has been largely overlooked as a hip-hop city (largely thanks to gambling and strippers), but Marion Write is slowly but surely letting the world know that some serious lyricists reside in the desert paradise. Case in point: Write's latest release, "May December Cipher", nearly four minutes of hookless, straight rhymes over a now old-school beat from 88 Keys and Mos Def (off Mos' "Black on Both Sides") that prove that Write is an emcee to be taken seriously.

Write is currently at work on his latest project with DJ RTC of RubyHornet.com, stay tuned for more. No word yet from Write about what he does between January and April.

To download "MayDecember Cipher" click here or here.

And as an added bonus, you can play the track below (under the lyrics) and read along with Write's lyrical onslaught. Good ish.

"I've been hated on, slept on, disrespected since day one,
since in my mamas womb, been engineered wit a slick tongue,
when kicks pump, like reebok tailored bass with a sick drum,
in these slums, they feel it and wanna leak it like pre cum,
speak somethin, sugar coatin youngns get beat frontin,
weak substance been deceased puttin weak numbers,
give me a mic I garuntee that Ill preach somethin,
flo deep tell em the streets bumpin,
This is ma-ri-on write,
from where the city of bright lights and payperview fights,
and I grip mics with grip like sabertooth might,
with amazing pounds of pressure no stress I never move light,
I never lose sight, the focus is still there
2010 for the new heights, I'm hopin to be mayor,
2011 in due time I'm hopin I still care,
from may to december homie I've built rare,
entities in the rap game,
FD lyricists what we at-tain,
I've never clapped brains,
nor never lacked neither, ether
wack emcees Illmatic give a track fever, caesar,
put a shank in a box give me the street sweeper,
put some flack in my box ill let the streets sweep ya,
its how the streets breed ya,
learn it, love it, hate it, lust it, or be a street teacha
from may when I was born, the bull taurus is in me,
a new star is born in the war the full force is with me,
you can't move forces with me,
I know u pissed like some poor kidneys,
no ordinary flow's in me,
the whole city knows flo deep is goin wit me,
if I'm eatin everybody eatin, yo this is soul city,
the kid, MC since VA son,
day one with musical notes behind my earlobes,
ears closed neva, gotta open mind for it,
ya open lines aint quick enough for me, you a slow tortoise,
takin back every second u waste this is court orders,
this is a PSA for every poor artists,
I aint talkin bank rolls I'm talkin bar porters,
way I'm cleanin bars make u wanna clean ya bars up,
no shawn carter but ill show ya how to roc-a,
fella, on the mic or,
the fiend on the corner, hold up,
I aint never sold white snow-ah,
I'm just keepin it real unlike some of u rap jokers,
disguised for the king make me laugh youngn joke-ah,
if u aint make me laugh youngn its all over,
the flows colder, in december the bite feels cobra,
no snake in the grass my venom leaks so-uh,
be aware the bite'll sleep ya, coma,
the closer, the more-uh
you should-uh be-uh approached-uh,
by a, leachin type a youngn who only wants ya rolls of,
quarters for the bank and quarter for the smoke-uh, so-uh,
Someboday Spark the LA, candace parker,
always got the reup with the product,
im talkin bout music youngn so get ya talk up,
depart ya from head like barber, im smarter,
and yeaaaa you can say that you ill, nana,
pussy youngns mad you can see me and my partners, partner,
we are, multi- talented,
muay thai kick to ya face, damage it,
cause a reaction in the game, catalyst,
yall know the rapper with the name is passionate.
i am monumental, while often simple,
breakin beats like old school pens breakin sharpened pencils,
meanin ill, murder what u try to pen
see these youngns raps is gassed up til im cipherin"