Song of the Day 8/29/2013 (SORRY A LITTLE LATE)

(Freestyling over one of the most coveted beats of all time is no small task. The bigger challenge is sounding good, Big L did it and it’s arguable that Jadakiss did as well. But K.Dot did it the best, back when he was known as K.Dot. And it’s only fitting that I have a Kendrick Lamar song in my songs of the day, the man has revitalized rap and spearheaded the new Golden Age. Now it’s not as good as the other one, we don’t have the same quality rappers that we had then. But there is some serious young talent out there, and during a time when nobody was challenging anyone else, Kendrick Lamar dissed the shit out of America’s most beloved city. The saddest part is the dismal responses that were returned to Mr. K.Dot. New York should be fucking ashamed of itself, or at least the rappers should be. But I wouldn’t advise Kendrick Lamar to come to New York anytime soon. Anyway, the Who Shot Ya freestyle is absolutely brilliant. Featuring clever worldplay, metaphors and Kendrick gets deep into the actual song by making it his own. Bravo to you sir!)

“Yo I got, guns…

“Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably
Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my n***** be
The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores
A perpendicular, angle of the clout war”
-Nas

One of the greatest raps ever from Nasir Jones, better known as Escobar, Nas Escobar or the King of Rap Nasty Nas. Nas is the greatest

Song of the Day 8/28/2013 “The Bottle”

Gil Scott Heron’s Soulful Disco/Ballad that tells the story of those in the black community trapped by the clutches of alcoholism. Gil Scott Heron easily weaves together a very soulful and danceable track that blew up when my mother was dancing in clubs.
Gil Scott Heron, or otherwise known as the Godfather of Rap, is a man with a Ph.D in the Blues and in Soul. One of the greatest in his position and one of the very bet ever. Gil Scott Heron himself was riddled “In the Bottle” as well as in a crack pipe. It was devestating to see the abuse that he inflicted on himself with drug use. But the genius that was Gil Scott Heron, wasn’t absolutely defeated by the drugs and liquor. Before he died he did release one last brilliant album, but check out Jamie xx’s remix that became a classic instantly. Gil Scott Heron had been making people think and dance for years, and his charm and brilliance was infused into modern era dance music. Nothing compares to his last album, it was funky and perfect for a dance in some posh club in the meatpacking district. It crossedover and gained recognition from a large audience.
The Bottle is a fine example of Gil Scott Heron’s genius, listen if you are a fan of RnB, Blues, Soul, or even rock and hip hop. Youll find a danceable yet sad song that highlights the social issues that are faced in the ghetto. Great song and highly deserving of the song of the day!)

Song of the Day 8/27/2013

Kanye West’s dream soaked hip hop ballad from his widely popular and award winning masterpiece Graduation, gives us a glimpse of West’s undeniable genius. Not only is he a superior producer, but he also never fails as a artist. And this was when Kanye West was focusing less on shocking audiences and more on the more technical side of hip hop. While this is by no means his best song it highlights the reaosn why such a large audience loves him. This song is about dreaming and the sweet feeling of success, something that West has felt in excess.
I can remember listening to this song when i was younger and when things were far more difficult in life. During “I Wonder” Wesst does a superb job in bringing in the audience and not allowing them to leave, not by force but just by the sheer depth of this wonderful song. The Synth and the lyrics mak you feel like if you tried hard enough, then your dreams might just be within grasp. Now we find Kanye West making songs with less and less emotional connection which has gained some fans and lost others. This song is for fans of good music (Not the Label XD) but music that is good, you dont have to be a fan of rap music to purely enjoy this gem

Benadryl

(Chris)

 

A Breakthrough, to make you live with your descisions…to put you in position. Your one of us… Dottin’ COMS, droppin bombs on such a fragile system. The “Rounds” of a victim. VT to CT, and back. To know when our feelings react, with multicolored caps. Your sanity wouldn’t last, and to that we laugh. Oh the eyes of a deprived past… Cut the “highs” when physical systems collapsed.

 

 

 

(Anthony)

 

Chris and I are about to bring reality to this shit, my fear is the world is reading us crooked

 

It felt like we were waiting for decades so we took it for the dictatorship

 

I spell and pronounce the prophecy, it seems like this establishment kept its commonwealth naïve and illiterate

 

They taught them to spew out all this happy go lucky rhetoric

 

 

 

(Chris) Handling, ATAXIA to the MAX. While…Structures Keep You Trapped. With your head up high, at that. Lose the diet of meds, then fast.

 

(Anthony)

 

The macabre, I depend on it

 

Without it I’d be a happy invalid

 

Chasing Dreams that aren’t what they seem, rearrange my knuckles as I blow off steam

 

Add a dose of hate; let’s get down to the shit

 

Raise my digits quick but it’ll never be the end of it

 

 

 

(Chris) Evidence suggests that we stay away, from rat feins, who say they can Hear Our Pain. …And their brains can maintain, if we refrain, …from exposing their dreams of a higher place. So, wear the shoes of a holder to “constant change”. Feel hate, when we feel collective embrace.

 

 

 

 

 

(Anthony)

 

I was a lost soul, I lead by example

 

Bred to be a prodigy, with new souls to trample

 

I’ve got phantoms on my shoulders assembled; get side tracked by backwards emotions but I stay central

 

I’m fuckin mental

 

We swerve to the fast lane and the speed of sound stutters, we are raising prodigies

 

Brilliant oddities

 

In the distance you hear thunder

 

In my periphery

 

I sense wonder, What’s their history? Where do they come from? Why should this mean shit to me?

 

Mix double definitions of illness, a dual diagnosed calamity, Affluent in the language of insanity

 

God fucked with us, and we waited patiently, Spat modern Shakespeare in a brilliant rhyming pattern

 

If Men come from mars, then we originate from motherfucking Saturn

 

And If God is real, and then may he grant me the serenity to fuck you up

 

Let you feel the pain of the lepers

 

Let you Run out of Luck

 

 

 

(Chris) Fuck “The We”, Feed on 3 more. They contribute to a Farm-Party Of Four. Then feed the youth the main cause of war. Take a look. Fucking open your eyes. The drugged hold our streets with positive vibes. All the time. Steelys or Red Wine. Your superiors live life. Forget mine.

 

(Anthony)

 

Blame it on the Drugs, and the medicine?

 

Or the material that is made from ambition and pseudoephedrine

 

Write a Best seller without pills, well I’m dead then

 

I guess it’s cool for people to torture you half your life, domestic abuse for six years due to your own strife?

 

But Boy, you can be a born again Christian

 

My father paid his tribute, and the bullshit he will listen

 

I’ve got two brothers and mother and that’s my family

 

Chris and I are just beginning to stand tall; my father means fuck all

 

The Devil closed the door but I pick a good lock

 

I’m making six figures while getting taunted by a demon holding his Sesame street Cock?

 

I spew rhymes like rounds from a Glock, thinking about the days when my statistics were snug next to a blade in my tube sock

 

You say you feel my pain, I should be happy?

 

Are fucking stupid, or Just Daffy

 

I told you hate begets a book contract, so motherfuckers stay out of contact

 

I wrote a love poem to make up for what the world lacks

 

We hear abuse not a clap

 

This is Truth not rap

 

And I already killed cupid

 

I ostracized his wings, see you knew because you use his freshly cut ideology as your bling, you hypocrite romanticized normal thing  

 

(Chris) From the start, when sick, we sip potion. Then move on to the next forward motion. This could seem beyond my comotion. So Take A Minute and let make locomotion. …OF the word, your hopes in, a better world to loathe in, start to incline, slopin

 

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