Don’t Throw Snowballs at the ‘Busdriver’


Busdriver. Not your ordinary, run of the mill busdriver though. This dude is far from that driver of the cheese heap of rusted steel and tattered seats. Busdriver is a rapper, a poet, or as we like to generalize; a hip-hop artist. Although Mr. Farquhar may not manipulate the wheels of a kiddie wagon, he sure does speed. His rapid pulsations easily compare to that of Busta Rhymes’ intensely quick linguistics and Twista’s neck breaking verbal juggling. What most appeals to me is his outlandish and abstract style. I’ve always been a fan of the quick jibberish raps, but more so for the risky, experimental stuff that sends even the most experienced traveler for an interesting trip. Without having delved too far into the depths of Busdriver’s content, I can tell his work doesn’t focus on the mainstream idea of ‘good’ hip-hop. That being bitches, dollas, and traffikin’ (oh and clappin’ fools). With his clever rhymes, liquid flow, and boxless boundaries, busdriver seems to be a good candidate for future success. Check ‘im out!

Mike Wroblewski

...For eighteen years my mind was held captive by a robotic core nervous system controlled by a secret government paid project called the Asur System. They were able to subjugate my mind in accordance with their "system". Years were spent gathering bits of information and experiencing the events in between objectives. The help of a fated stranger, H, allowed me to free myself from the constraints instilled by the conglomeration. H was able to hack my system and provide me with the freedom to think completely on my own. It was only a matter of time before the conglomeration would get to H. The order was sent for me to take out the very individual who aided in my escape. Luckily, my new abilities had allowed me to combat my wicked ways. In my failure to execute my freer, the hit grew to both of us. After a years of running and hiding they caught up to us, but this time I wasn't able to hold them off. I managed to escape. H did not. Since that day dark day, I've stopped running. Now I am the one chasing. Every day is a beautifully orchestrated battle amongst a field of flowers. The war between the Asur and me is an endless one. Eternally, I absorb information and battle their D-Men as they come along; expanding my mind to fulfill the universe. I am Mr. O'siris

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