god im so fucking happy someone finally found this song lmao. i heard it from this guys vine nearly a year ago, but the version on his vine was much slower and i kinda wish this one was too.
If i could insert my feelings, over this beat I'd speak, homage and peace, respect for the streets to the death that i reach...knowin its a long road, alone, never in peace..for the ones that got the most shine, that be the most unique, got the hardest time to live, got to dumb it down, gotta live it out thru positive..
heart cold like the winter.. you falling off quick but these bars they got tenure they so locked down like a prison with walls thick enough to keep a beagle sniffin\ this a section where you either read or listen\ flow deep like an abyss in cant you see that lifes a journey sorta like a misson, thats why im campaigning like a politician\ i know right here you can tell these bars are so distant \ thats cuz my life was so missed and my childhoods different than most\ from the the west to the east coast\ they dont care where you from they only care if you won\ "but thats it for now cuz this previews done" -D
hip hop started out in a dark room/ the people were in need of a new moon, they guided a young girl's mind to some disco records/ unveiling the pieces of checkers/ james brown instrumentals wharfed through the day/ while she danced and swayed/ her mom will come home at night /and wish to give her daughter a more modern light/ the first hip hop record the girl received/ was salt& pepa and then she started to believe/ in the hood where she stayed/ no hip hop was allowed to play there/, so she traveled near and far,/ to find a place for hip hop to become a star / skating rinks, stair cases, and parks is where hip hop started to form/ and as the little girl grew / hiphop was given a crew/ and they both changed/ to blend in with societies stage/ this new stage was unforgiven/ but the girl an hiphop both knew this was how they would be livin/ and as the journey of their consciousness created a path/ hiphop and the girl held on to each other steadfast/ as the black medallions and 5% percent knowledge went beyond the veil /crack vials was scattered about the stage using pails/ pails of gold chains, adidas, and velour suits made the hood feel rich again/as hip hop and the girl protected their might/ hiphop golden age was just in sight/ both of them young,confident, and self assured they knew the world was yours/but little did they know as they stretched their empire from shore to shore/ the devil was a mist and would change their life for sure/ he came in the form of anger and repress male goals both were unsure on how to handle this door/ but the girl & hiphop looked at each other and said we can help find the cure/ corporate prostitution, govt oppression, and gangs galore saw to it that they both could never be the same / they both got swallowed by the game/ and hence hip hop and the girl became like running water/ running from place to place looking for a home unable to even find the comfort of a quarter / quarter water, 25 cent bag chips, and cookies were all gone cause life seemed to get shorter/ little did hip hop and the girl know death had been chasing them for much of their journey and they would have to run for as long as death followed/ as the girl and hip hop looked back on their lives they say the journey was to find god but instead it was to find ground that was hollow/ and so the search grows to find a home hollow enough to kill the death that chases them both to the gallows/ one day they will both be free and not through death but through victory/ so long live hip hop and company she keeps/ because hiphop is the most beautiful and unique.
Superb with the phrase Put words to the page Get what your gave Don’t be Stuck in your ways Open to change Ride through a phase Emerge in amazement Finding a place Hiding frustration Mind in a maze Kind
The beat sounds classic as a DJ scratching over an MC rappin' not actin' as if his passion is lackin' even if it is are you believing we needed this meeting like I'm thinkin' we did I'm not being facetious When it comes to demons that seem to creep in when i'm grieving I need to leave them at the door put the pedal to the floor or medal and never settle with the devil giving into the evil only builds the ego and by now we know its lethal as potassium chloride mixed with sodium thiopental
i don't no why words won't come out when you feel like shit and you can't talk about is life my wife our am her child friends that what i want cause when am gone i don't wanna think i lived a lone.
DJ Premier also had tracks in the film/documentary about the Fab Five. My question; was this beat his, and if yes, whats it called? Search for: ESPN 30 for 30 - The Fab Five Documentary Part 3/8 - around 00:42 the beat begins.
2nd bar - they be clockin all my words top shotta dey dun heard, dey kno we robbin anybody stoppin on our turf, woodz block lbg trey we pop it den we splurt, while ur rebores n 22s coughin up some dirt
Yes the street calls/ A subtle noise an aplause/ yet we paus still because/ it did not yell loud enough/ it was too rough too tough made of raw stuff/ that fuels these words it never bluffs/ just undersand in the street we trust n' trust that/ the street trusts back/ the street snuffs crack and we spit rap/ so tip yo' damn hat/ write somthin fat/ give somthin back to the street that anyone of us can grasp
to bad im freestyling while i type..Damn I can freestyle while I type? can some1 pass me a MIC, This is a true master at his craft// while you make believe kids tryna run the 500 mile dash// can't last// using my tiger claws to give ya whip lash// its more like a rash// or a harass...ment// My words are like steel// they neva get bent// I know its hot// so go outside and buy a vent that works// my whole testament is to train decibels// Imma moonwalk over your words like Micheal
The spoken word has lost all credentials/ dumbed down the game and aimed for more simple/ washed out the soul, diluted y'all's mental/ styles just like homes, none owned, they all rentals/ flows come free as the air I breathe/ y'all sweatin to make a threat at those you can't be/ your time ain't worth a dime, or even two pennies/ that's cold, I hope it don't make the pen freeze/ hip hop right now at best is luke warm/ my clouds out the drought and bring in a new storm, you warned/ once and not again/ the old school in fact is back I recommend/ you pack all your bags and track where you've been/ then rap back to that and practice with your pen
glacier on the mic, wize with lines, rise with the lions, sunrise to sunset, darker narrow lines of trees, violins to the temples of king solomon , dominant prominant land, i ran, clan is like light, unoridary light threw my curtain, i live at the bottom of the ocean, premission gold emcee , 714 orange county , long beach , venice , compton, watts, santa ana
@tchaikovsky27 People say Dilla's the best because he's dead. Same thing with Biggie. They're both unbelievable so don't get me wrong but people also achieve some sort of "legendary" status once they pass. Either way RIP Dilla and B.I.G.
