Porchmonk Click

Rockports - PM1:
The initiator, the one introducing folks to one another at the beginning. He's that dude we like to refer to as being "white people compatible" but don't get it confused. Though he'd go on to graduate college cum laude, dude was the unassuming pimp. We were at a bar in South Carolina; ran up a $800.00 tab, just shut the spot down. We were doing our rap thing so the open bar was our compensation. Cops crashed the party; we got back to the hotel we were put up in. With no way back to campus (left some out), dude called one of his "women-friends" to scoop us up. Also rock'll scrap if need to, we were caught up in a brawl with some drunks once...this guy not only layed dude out...he bagged himself a watch,ha. It was his birthday too. Rock does have a large skull but it's packed with alot of smarts. He showed alot of us how to make our way on computers.

Rayda Wrecka - PM2:
The enforcer, always loud and exuberates life, never drinks yet he was always the life of the party. Gentle bear type till offended, that’s when the room turnt red.We were having a Halloween party at a friend's (Heavy B...I see you!)house & backyard. All was cool, drunk broads for the taking, the D.J. and the live band held it down. This one cat disrespected someone that was close to him, Big Ray caught him twice on the mandible and that dude had some of the best sleep he'll ever know. Just recently, now an Administrator he had to put his paws on some guy who foolishly took his good nature for weakness. He's also notorious for the freestyle every now and again. Back than, you couldn't shut him up though. Me and this guy were the only ones from our school (SCAD,brizzles!)at this open mic (Soul Kitchen, ask about it if you in Savannah) and we put it on the map. We was eatin'cat's food that night...TH'FUCK YOU GONNA DO FOR THIS MIC PIECE,DUKE!© Meth

Vic-Love - PM3:
The philosopher, I was the silent cat on some cerebral shit. Even till this day, I don't move till I feel it's time. Crafty cat with the headphones on walking everywhere. Didn't know anybody at first than would go on to meet Rock who'd introduce me to this aspiring D.J. I showed dude how to put together a mixtape and he'd be one of the first to ever hear me spit a verse. That would go on to bubble into a movement where folks started to recognize us,ha...it was crazy. Started bangin'out these white chicks too...that's how the name Vic-Love came about. I've always been apart of hiphop culture so I was the one building with folks in-depth. Like Ray...when you’re an easy going person, sometimes someone else will want to test. I was chattin'up with this chick and this dude out of know where snuffs me. In a heartbeat I was eating his face off...me, the quiet dude, the one who plays the back. We scrappin'and shit,ha...it was really ridiculous...of course being a PM...If one brawls...well, y'know...but my position was shootin'the shit with folks, I co-produced mixtapes and I was the lead emcee.

Mola-D - PM4:
The ragga-muffin / island boy reppin' St.Thomas to the fullest. Me and this dude I swear are brothers from another mother in that. He too was real quiet (we used to put people on edge at times,ha). Also an intense dude about whatever he felt was important to him. First time on the mainland gave him a unique perspective along with an accent that he'd use to his advantage. Hanging with him afforded me a chance to lolly with the "international students" who usually would have nothing to do with me and mines. Dude was the first cat I know who was baggin'up Asian chicks, this is before it became trendy,heh heh...We worked in this restaurant and would raid their kitchen on our off days for some grub at times. After bills was paid dudes gotta eat,y'know. One of the weirdest moments was when we was politickin'on some stuff. Mola is making his point than decides to stab a tire on somebody's car...why? just because. Dude used to bag the womens at the club whenever it was "Reggae Night"...it was sight,lol...

P DA'WICKED - PM5:
The black Peter Parker of the team, always wise-cracking. And like P.Parker…initially comes off humble but…This cat is the last in the fold and is a serious wordsmith. He was the X-factor for the crew, a new look. He elevated our mixtape game with his flair plus he came with a truck to herd the crew quicker through the scene,ha. Dude was a serious Buddha-head at that. There were times we were at a Soul-Kitchen function and he’d twist an L on the scene like fuck it. We’d dip from the last class of the day and just burn and conjure the new world order for this thing we call hiphop. We’d form a group called Vocality but do to internal things from others. That and people moving about the country; the brand didn’t bubble like it could have. We’re still in cahoots though…P actually has leaned more so on the production side. We’ve been collaborating cooking up some cool stuff lately.


We came up with the name out of being misfits of sorts. We were but a few black cats, the other group were actually the basketball team,ha...and they had a full ride scholarship. We was there off our art. Everybody has their health and some have families now. Everybody has realized their strengths and set goals which as we speak are being forged. We had a reunion back in 02; we’ll meet up again soon. Through it all…we all get on the horn and shoot the shit like we was just kickin’it yesterday. All of those who get to know each of us get inundated with the Porchmonk stories,ha…This is my crew, my team, my friends, my family. JesseCon has recently been inducted into the brotherhood, he's officially PM.6. He's a good dude, always did his thing his way. Through all the said stories he was there. First wht PM.lol...thas'my nigga!

PORCH MONKEES!!!...SCRATCH YO SELF!!!