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#StoriesAboutSongs
By RedefineHipHopMusic
#StoriesAboutSongs episodes
- Reserved Skepticism (Violin by Jessy Greene)Reserved SkepticismMy motto is...bottle this energy quickModerately slick, hits like a lottery pickYou gotta be thick-skinned when you fall for the trickAppalling and sick, something I could fix with a brickBuilding blocks, then stop, watch the passersbysThe mask disguise, matching when they plaster liesHe has survived, but never got to cash the prizeI slashed the price, still they got the last surpriseCast your eyes upon the sky, SEE HOW HIGHWe can fly, now sound your war-crySure I would like to get my fair shotI care a lot about the way I share the plotThis is NOT a drama on a modern runI pondered some, discovered, the genre’s noneWander an run in the field of life under the sunWhite numb, eyes wider than the sight of a...gunReserved SkepticismReserved SkepticismReserved SkepticismReserved SkepticismReserved judgment until I get more intelBeen failed viewing my life through a thin veilSin sells, pawns get lead like pencilsHence, hell’s on earth, well, it all makes sense nowSince child-HOOD I was always a pen palWrite down my thoughts, sign my name, then send outWrite back, or match up words to a tight trackSidetracked trying to get someone his life backWhite-Black, I’m talking bout me, that’s a ripe factPipe packed, give relief like a ice packOr a nice stack of wax with the right tracksEscape reality, but it soon slips right backI sat in the same place when I wrote thatWrite rap, hope someone might quote thatSo sad how art is a ends to meansA end to dreams, unless your will intervenesHe’s a skeptic, also things easily acceptedA mastered method, a way to my expand my effortsHands pull levers, thought pull plans togetherAdvance and tether my dreams, til they answer betterA canceled letter of intent, change of weatherStrange endeavor, the kind of thing that brings the pressureKings and treasure, philosophers with dreams to measureScenes of desserts, lost, we NEED a exitBeaded necklace, I bought down beneath TexasThese be extras, something to increase the textureTake me naked, vulnerable, I keep sacredI keepsake it, I keep patient, man, for pete’s sakeI would never fake it, make it more clear to your earHere’s a better statementYou’ll be waiting forever for my replacementI’m one of one, for better or worse get it doneHit and run, home-base under the hidden sun4 min
- Poetic Art +REPRISE (Flute By Shrimp Brooks)Poetic ArtPoetic Art, choose to write a rhyme, let it startBetter part of life I’ve been set apartHead and heart, avant garde, that’s all he knowHe can flow new perspective like fan artFan First, inspired, writing rhymes till his hands hurtAnalyze the greats for the questions and answersBlueprints that grew trends, others more low keyBoth ends, spoke to the soul of the whole meSince 8-0 I love the most poetic MCsLike…Sha Rock and Lil Rodney CeeThe Treacherous 3, especially Special KWho was known to weave words in a special wayMele Mel, Raheim, and the Count CooloutTo their poetic styles, I remain devoutThere ain’t no doubt, I find the deeper meaning withinThe meeting of ends, just what we’re needing to winSir Ibu, Pos Dnous, Trugoy tooChubb Rock, and Zero from the Low Pro crewIce-T was known to use spoken wordAnd his storytelling skills among the best I’ve heardThat in mind, The Jaz on ‘Sign on Crimes’High speed crime drama with meticulous rhymesIn 89, Master Ace blew my mindWith ‘Letter To the Letter’, perfect style designDef Jef the ‘Soul Provider’, and the ‘Poet With Soul’Funkytown Pros, Boiwondah with the offbeat flows‘Def Do Us Part’, ‘False Prophet’, & ‘Hear Me Now…’A ‘Genius’ has ‘Fallin’, but still stands brutally wildSaafir in the Bay, years later made a upgradeTiming delayed, with wit as sharp as blade‘Word of Genius’, seeds to the Wu-tang reign‘Those Were The Days’, suckers had to ‘Feel the Pain’Like the Mighty Mic Masters in the heart of Bed-StayBattle rappers to the core, but the style was flyRefined,like Self-Jup and Myka 9Aceyalone, all known to bring a P.E.A.C.E of mindIce Cream Tee told us not to her backThe D.OC could hear a track, and perfectly match,As far as abstract, Pete Nice was a master of that,And Smooth B, the spiritual advisor of RapCrash Crew, they each had a gift for speechSavoir Faire, style and flare, the true eliteDivine Styler intricately weaves a themePaint the scenes in memories that lead to dreams‘Amethyst Rock Star’ came at the perfect timeLow on hope, but Saul brung the cure through rhymeAnd Sha-key, ‘A Headnaddas Journey…’ I trekkedMasai Bey, Vordul, and Ninety-9….RESPECT6 min
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- Absolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtThis one goes out to Too Short, K-Rob, Kool Moe Dee, Downtown Science, and the sound and feel of Hip Hop circa 1986You had your time, now let this one step inWith the burden of the truth as my best weaponExpressing a full range, on an emotional bingeI’m not on the fringe, prefer to keep it deep when I cleanseRefocus my lens, study every specimen, sinceI’m on the fence, about certain events that don’t make senseLucidity is how I wish the world to be, feeling freeLet me see, ‘Are Y’ALL feeling me?’You’re free to leave, I got my own goals to achieveSo close to appease sometimes it feels more like a teaseBut I’m at ease, and that ain’t easy, believeI’d keep going if I had to crawl my kneesMy will extreme, even with no one on my teamI’ll play the game all the same, erase the pain in my dreamsThe taste of love is poison once the dose exceedsUseless advice, I know…like, GO succeedYeah, just go succeed.Absolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtNow here’s the deal, I’m less concerned about my skillI left the hill, we’re here to learn how I feelNow, with that said, I put a lot thought in thisSome caught, some missed,Some might cause a riftThe topic drift, the downtown science defenseThe lion prince, not worried about days of kingshipOr pink slips, yeah, I got that thing that sinks shipsEclipsed my own well being so frequentRelinquish the hold that you have my kindnessAnd find bliss in some other hole that we each missedDistinguish the flaws from the ways things areLocate the cause, sometimes its how the puzzle is solvedLove all encompassing, the purest lawIt’s the cure lost more times than I can recallWhy can’t we all get a long-lasting bondAnd pass it on, teach the young, the devotion’s strongAbsolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtAbsolutely NaughtI took some time to gather my thoughts to speakAnd still I seek a way to see what is beneathWhat a belief, what do you consider relief?Considerately, I guess I would consider it’d beHard to see the future, when presentlyHis present needs, seems like sequestered dreamsHis effort leans on routines trapped in the machinesA practical means for side-stepping all the extremesThat only means, the road’s the longer, but my legs are strongI said, ‘I’m gone’, a hundred songs ago….so longBut got prolonged, this is still my prologueI’m so lost, one misstep I MIGHT FALL OFFBut I’m alright, I know, that seems untrueBut once I knew, the cause was a lost, I grewAnd I salute anyone that learned the sameBurned in brain, nothing left to lose but gain6 min
- Gracious GivingGracious GivingWhat you see is what you get and I’m a sight to beholdOr so I’m told…on that fact I haven’t been soldLife is cold, I’m naked in a room full of wolvesIt’s too dark to see their eyes, but I can hear the hoovesInching In, I pretend, this is the endThen I, hit em once, and then I hit em again7-3, no A, still I have to sayThe Drums of Steel will heal when we’re led astrayBetter days ahead, if you know the wayI’m still mapping out my coordinates, I praise the dayI take a step in the direction I was meant to treadWorn and dead-beat from this life I ledLove don’t spread, sometimes it dissipates insteadTears’ll shed and then regret the things unsaidWhat a shame, I tried to explain my end gameBut in vein, now things may never be the sameThree times, seven years, 21 degreesWants and needs neglected while the monster feedsPossibly, you’re just as lost as meI watched my seed grow into a poisoned treeBut I’m poised to be, the cure, that’s my sworn decreeBorn free, but bondage came so naturallyChained down to a system made for my defeatEyes to feet, mind, to the times I sleepThey’re there for their share, leave me incompleteTalk is cheap, mind the company you keepSome will use you up, and toss you off in the heapWhile others drift away when the water gets deepI’m trying to complete my training, be the best I can beCome test that for me, guarantee, it let you feel freeGive and receive, balance is a thing that we needTo some degree, if we ever hope to succeedGive graciously is basically the road I trekkedSlowly stepped, took time with each new face I metThe taste of sweat, tears, and some blood that drippedA whole lot leakage, had to watch for slipsI watch clips of life on my memory chipsEach moment eclipsed by present time emotional riftsOpinions split on issues that don’t even existThe premise is this, a thought without truth is a mythThe proof is equipped to shift all doubt off the cliffThe sweet smell of success, breath it in, take it whiffBut take it quick, it’s known to fade away, in a blinkCause sometimes success ain’t as real as ya thinkWe need to re-sync, life added wrinkles and kinksPushed to the brink, sadly it severed the linkIt’s never too late, to improve on mistakes we makeBut time we take, determine if it clears the slate5 min
- Deep CleanseDeep CleanseGreat news, here’s the kind of thing you relate toDon’t make do, I make moves, master and break rulesLane choose, same shoes, don’t need a big splashBridge gaps perhaps then relapse when the bridge collapseA Midge mismatch, emotions all dispatchedSurface scratched, beats and the rhymes attachForm a whole new creation, that’s a brand new batchNew plan, I’m BACK, no hat in hand, I handled thatBlood, sweat, tears drip like candle waxDismantled facts scattered on the crossroad tracksSquash all that, Full Deck and I pulled the jackOf all trades, all spades, then a played to winRaised the bid too high, the blood got thinBlade cut skin blood blend with the flaws of menI pause and grin, cause I don’t have a loss to lendStand ground, stand down, while I expand the soundDeep cleanse, defense for the ups and downsBreath in…Deep CleanseWe came to rock the house, and that’s not per chanceFreelance, pop on the scene like street danceFeet, hands, and head, all part of my next planTo explain It plain, believe context CANHeart in hand, slaughtered lambPardon modern man, rotten to the coreTo be sure, (I am) not a fanI understand, I breath the same air they doPray to the same gods, and defy them tooWelcome to your first meeting, state your name and causePaint the wall with the pictures in your mind hope drawsThere’s no OZ, pretend if that suits your needsFuture breeds the answers, truth supersedesFruits from seeds, from leaves from branch to treeTo the…root of the matter, a quantum leapHaunting sleep reaped from the wants we keepToo close to heart, makes it too hard to breathStill it was too hard to leave…Breath In…Deep Cleanse4 min
- Inherent Value (featuring HPRIZM and Flute by Shrimp Brooks)INHERENT VALUEI value time, my mind on theirs and mineThat pair aligns with my whole life designLife is fine, remind myself all the time, hard to believeDespite small reminders received, went far to achieveFound answers hard to find, look at my needsHow have they aided my peace, somewhat at leastI got enough wounds to treat, a spoon to feedThe mouth, leaving room to breatheThe truth I bled, give you every pint ya needThat might mislead, I’m not trying to fight for the leadLet’s just be, the universe can work out the restI’ve gambled on less, but now it’s time to really investI feel it in chest, every breath, when it compressSymptom of stress? Or maybe it’s the key to the questHe is a mess, clearly what his style suggestYour wildest guess couldn’t predict what’s up nextA puzzled text, rearrange my life conceptConstant, trying to get that flame relitThe same script, pain grips, tries to hold us backI noticed that, and know it’s a Kodak factWhat is inherent? Something cause you see and you hear itSo you believe it? or DNA you get from your parents, so you received itNaturally? Actually, that’s not true…Go back far enough, search deep in your rootsAnd you’ll find proof of savages attacking your bloodlineSometimes I wanna time travel and lend aidWield blade, use what I learned from a SenseiThen slay the colonizers, feed em to mass graveBut that’s passé, not trying to live in the past daysWe’re barely surviving, they’re planning for new slavesWho stays militant, a diligent a oneWho strays away, living life on the runPride of the drum, ride the snare, slipping off someI think it's awesome, others think I lost the oneBut who shall please? SELF, or the doubt they breedInherent value, in the fact I’m inherently MEHprizm verse (FORTHCOMING)4 min
- Passion-Life BalancePassion-Life BalanceElegance like King Tee, patterns like Kool GAbstract like Kool Keith, calm like LateeStill it’s all me, as far as the eye can seeThe mind concedes, let’s the heart take the leadI don’t foresee any other path for meI laugh with glee when I craft a masterpieceThat has to be somewhere in my future I guessI’m laughing less and wondering if I’m passing the testI fasten my vest, jump from the hatch, catch my breathCause you can take it in slowly, or descend to your deathI’m into your depth, intimate secrets are keptThe seeker of clarity is reviewing the debtI wouldn’t fret, there’s more than some trash in the netIt’s not perfect but maybe it’s the last that we getDon’t smash it to bits, naw, let it melt till its fitsThe passion and bliss, never felt good as thisMy soul good like Nefertiti, presence like AntionetteCreative like Frukwan, On Fire like StetAdmire, respect, both for the prior and the nextInspiring text, requiring my full focus for contextYeah, what a bold concept, I’m setCode cracked, the track has its own effectI’m prone speculate about the things unknownThe things I’m shown through bits and pieces, sight and toneWrite and roam, vulnerably recite the poemThe world can hear, let them all cast a stoneJudge me, Imma still live grudge freeTo budge me, that’s gonna take a lot to readMy life story is a mystery of failed successI fell for less then any one would ever expectThat’s unless, you knew something I didn’t guessCheckers not chess, I don’t need the extra stressRhythm like Queen Mother, the Rage of X-ClanTiming line Das Efx, confidence of MC ShanB-boy like PMD, poetic like Def JefAnd Funkytown Pros still one of the best yet…Let’s get deep in the mines of the mindstateMine’s made of pain and the things that I find greatSigned, Date, Sealed, Countdown from the 9, 87X3, programmed to AnnihilateAll doubt, survey the lands of the falloutSmall drought, however the ball bounceFall back, lean in, get up, keep lowThe rules change every place you goThe price of stone must be more than goldCause words are written in dust, that’s not in codeMy story told by myself, that’s my final goalExpress my soul whether or not the vinyl sold6 min
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