#StoriesAboutSongs

#StoriesAboutSongs

By RedefineHipHopMusic
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#StoriesAboutSongs episodes

  • Tale Spin (featuring Forcefeeld of Top Choice Clique)
    7X3=21:
    Age 10, that’s when the training begins
    The brain and the pen blend for the chain of events
    I aim for the fence, tense, been the same every since
    Seen people get aligned with what they claim their against
    Pressure condensed, known to get blown into bits
    I’m known for my wits, prone to get deep as it gets
    Beneath the styx, mixed with the cheapest of tricks
    Relief is a myth, so back to the beat for my fix
    Force Feeld:
    Coming up in the late eighties, I was digging in the crates crazy
    And rap was the best outlet for my creative craving
    Music played in rotation daily
    With hot vocals poured on the top, like great tasting gravy
    Rappers stay afraid to face me
    Although I'm old-aged and married today, with great taste in ladies
    I'm like Reverend Run with great spaced laces
    You'll get first served on a case to case basis
    7X3=21:
    Make statements, then take actions matched with the language
    My style is the strangest thing not even god could explain it
    Time couldn’t tame it, hidden in the pictures I painted
    A description, detailed image with inscription from Kemet
    Read it, adjust my limits, then I BECAME IT
    Magical ain’t it, the use of Top Choice cadence
    And with Force by my side, skills are essential
    Complex or simple, got styles for whatever you’re into it
    Force Feeld:
    We got many styles compiled, like an indoor mall crowd
    Standing in single file, for awhile
    Think of a long corridor or aisle, for a mile
    Then imagine more and more, picture forty-four miles
    Of rap evaluation, statistical evidence
    From math calculation and critical measurement
    Breaking boundaries, keeping inspiration 'round me
    A big Bob Marley spliff, or a plate of Jamaican brownies
    7X3=21:
    Back forth with Force, get our point across
    And spin a tale, tooth and nail before the coin get tossed
    No time for chance, getting lost in minor flaws
    Mine or yours, no telling the effect it cause
    Lines are crossed, signs of the times exhaust
    Chaos, sampled from a vinyl source
    The final boss better have a taste for loss
    When facing off, focused like a racing horse
    With pace like Porsche, known to leave the pavement scorched
    A game of sorts, speaking figurative of course
    This god’s not norse, more the god particle type
    An author, I write, for the better part of my life
    Unite with the ‘Noble Knight’ to keep the ‘Scripture’ tight
    Claimed ‘Survival’ on arrival to the mic device…’Alright’
    I gel with pen, blend like hell with sin
    Tell a friend, ‘Sing a Hymn’, and watch for the tale-spin
    Force Feeld:
    Tales make your right eyebrow curl
    You’d be really surprised at times, it’s a foul wild world
    Liars in positions of power desire the ball
    Send it spiraling out of control, bye to the ball
    As story tales circle or spin they whirlwind
    Real life breezes you by, it’s like real wind
    Heads turning, so many different correct versions
    Differences affect real friends and ex-girlfriends
    The next tale spin's about as close y’all get
    To another old drama flick or a soap opera script
    You got stats, nearly based upon false facts
    And conspiracy theories, clearly way beyond off track
    And the pressure makes you usually draw back
    To juice and cognac as a solution to solve that
    Then you fall back, if truth is proof, it’s hard to tell when
    It’s the real thing or is it chameleon, caught up in a tailspin
    6 min

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RedefineHipHop is the brainchild of Kevin Beacham. It is a part of a initiative to tell Hip Hop stories directly from the perspectives of the creatives and experts throughout Hip Hop history.…