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Quotable of the Week: B.o.B “Dr. Aden”

Nathaniel — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 17:54:00 +0000

This week’s hip-hop quotable is Dr. Aden, a track from B.o.B’s “No Genre” mixtape. Dr. Aden is one of those conspiracy theory songs about the U.S. government creating epidemics and biological warfare and experimenting on human beings in third world countries. These theories don’t seem that crazy to us these days, with the recent revelation that we infected a bunch of Guatemalans with syphilis and other sexually transmitted diseases back in the 1940s. In this track, B.o.B tells the story of a doctor who gets caught up in the whole experiment. Click below to listen to B.o.B’s Dr. Aden:

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And proceed through the break to follow along with the lyrics.

[Verse 1]
Well this the mysterious case of Dr. Aden/
Looking after her patience was her only obligation/
But that was back before, back before the situation/
Before she got a visit from an agent/
He introduced himself as an employee of the nation/
He asked would she be willing to offer cooperation/
You fit the job description and all the qualifications/
If interested, I need your signature on this paper/
She signed the dotted line without the slightest hesitation/
She then received the letter stating the rules and regulations/
And the military bases where she must be relocated/
She is not to discuss any business that’s work related/

[Verse 2]
In Central America on a classified location/
Before border patrol, before illegal immigration/
Inside a lab where chemicals are manipulated/
Is where we see Dr. Aden, she’s very concentrated/
But her concentration’s broken when she hears a conversation/
Down the hall small talk about destabilization/
And out of curiosity she wonders from her station/
Inside an unlocked coffin she does some investigation/
She breaks into a file with top secret information/
Probably some of the most distrubing documentation/
She ever saw in her life, the article simply stated/
A study being conducted on human civilization/

[Verse 3]
Deep down inside she wished it was all her imagination/
She couldn’t doubt it, cause there it clearly stated/
She works in a facility where viruses are created/
And not only that; remember when she had her patients?/
She wrote out prescriptions for what she thought was medication/
Her office was really just a part of the operation/
She wipes her eyes as they water full of frustration/
How a victim of government experimentation/
Where’s the justification? Where’s the justification?/
Where’s the judge when you need him? He’s probably on a vacation/
Probably inside of the same country these events take place in/
But as the puzzle pieces fall into proper arrangement/
Yes we begin to see the intention of these creations/
The patterns of epidemics like HIV in the eighties/
Biological chemicals designed to be contagious/
It’s nothing in the business of controlling a population/

Quotable of the Week: Celph Titled “I Could Write A Rhyme”

Nathaniel — Mon, 13 Dec 2010 17:19:50 +0000

This week’s hip-hop quotable is I Could Write A Rhyme, a track from Celph Titled & Buckwild’s “Nineteen Ninety Now” – which has been bumping on my iPod all week. While there are several songs I could feature from this week’s album, I picked this track because I have a thing for well done autobiographical songs. I Could Write A Rhyme uses three dope verses to tell the story of Celph Titled’s beginnings in hip-hop, as well as his rise to his current position. Click below to listen to Celph Titled & Buckwild’s I Could Write A Rhyme:

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And proceed through the break to follow along with the lyrics.

[Verse 1]
Y’all got Celph Titled questions, I got Celph Titled answers/
On how I started, how I represent Tampa/
I know you’re used to hearing me on some wildin’ out shit/
Yelling out the top of my lungs how my nine gon’ spit/
But I got more styles and sick/
And I been doing this for Fahrenheit 813 since ninety-three/
I been making beats and writing rap sheets/
Mischievous teenager/
With a creative outlet to release anger/
Booty shake bass music I was into that/
Poison clan, 2 Live Crew, that’s what got me into rap/
Looping tracks with fast high hats and 808s/
Four track machine with the high speed cassette tape/
Now keep in mind I was a fan/
But as emcees we all are/
And very few of us become stars/
When from blasting Magic Mike to grabbing a mic/
Tried to sound like Spice 1 and not Rapper’s Delight/
From E40 to Ice Cube/
The West Coast had a lot to do with the type of beats I’d write to/
But still the Juice Crew was one of my faves/
Never discriminated whether New York or LA/
And around the mid nineties/
I became fascinated with the Lord Finesse style of slick rhyming/
The Redmans, the Big Ls the Das EFX/
Ras Kass and Chino XL type of records/
So guess what? Celph Titled emerged/
Bowling ball style running through pins author of murderous words/
And I was set to rip every verse I put down/
Seventeen years old and at rapping I’m pretty good now/

[Verse 2]
I’m from a city that don’t have much hip-hop roots/
So I felt compelled to form a hip-hop group/
See I was once on some go against the norm/
Flow fast and write rhymes in complex forms/
It was kinda ill at the time/
‘Cause really the only other choice was Puffy and Mase/
And the Big Willy club joints/
So I got my act together/
And eventually met two other emcees that rapped together/
We was all on that underground vibe/
Cella Dwellas, Kool Keith, Tribe and Organized/
I was kinda out of my mind – a weird guy/
Cut designs in my facial hair, fucked around with beard dye/
It was me, Majik and Dutch and we had a lot of fun/
Thought we was smart, named ourselves Equilibrium/
And had a label called Atomic/
With Walkman and Cramtronics laying down cuts on it/
I stayed poly and twenty-four-seven/
And in 1997 started recording our first record/
Then my phone rang, didn’t know who it was from/
Some guy that called himself Apathy the Alien Tongue/
Heard I had production, and I could rhyme too/
He was from up north, and knew some Jedi Mind dudes/
Plus he had a crew better than any squad/
A couple months later they was calling me a Demigod/
I started shopping my demo aggressively/
Landed on the desk of Buds Distribution NYC/
Next thing you know I got a single on wax/
And an offer for a job in New York, so my bags was packed/

[Verse 3]
Now I’m nineteen and a Floridian in New York/
White Cuban boy that says nigga and eats pork/
So you could call me foul/
But back then I didn’t care/
I would do whatever to catch a listener’s ear/
So I submerged myself in the local scene/
Nuyorican, Wetlands, Tramp, Speed, SOBs/
That guy Apathy, he’s from Connecticut/
So we would link up and write songs to make records with/
The label I was messing with, they was feeling it/
So then we had vinyl distribution at our fingertips/
The Demigodz onslaught was in full motion/
Twenty singles in 2000 with no promotion/
My name was everywhere for beats or for features/
But best believe I had a fuckload of nonbelievers/
Masterminded an underground persona/
Dirty mouth punchline wild animal down to bring the drama/
I made a lot of friends from Boston to Philly/
Never thought this many heads would say they really feeling me/
So you gotta respect that/
And when Vinnie Paz asked me to join the Army I was like, ‘Bet that’/
Then Jimmy Iovine’s assistant insisted/
That me and Apathy make a little visit for business/
The deal fell, but Atlantic picked Ap up/
We expanded the Godz in LA with more rappers/
Then Cage got smacked up/
I remember punching him/
I remember pressing up his diss songs and chumping him/
I remember having him so scared/
Chain smoking in the backroom at his show just cause I was there/
He was drugged up and panicked, couldn’t face me he was frantic/
Snuck behind with a bottle and then he ran quick/
That’s how a little man fights a giant/
Cowardly lion and god strike me down if I’m lying/
But I moved passed that, it’s all gravy/
I was on an album executively produced by Jay-Z/
Tours with Mike Shinoda/
Getting paper with Fort Minor/
My worldwide exposure is a sore reminder/
To those who think I’m gonna disappear/
But it’s pretty obvious that I ain’t going nowhere/
I am a haters worst nightmare that got fans/
And I gain more and more every time I drop jams/

Quotable of the Week: Eligh “When I’m A Dad”

Nathaniel — Sun, 05 Dec 2010 23:09:44 +0000

It was very difficult picking out just one featured quotable from Eligh’s “Grey Crow” – as the album was filled with dope lyrical and quotable tracks. But I picked this one because it is a song about future intentions, which I found very creative. When I’m A Dad is a song about things Eligh plans to teach his children when he becomes a father. The track touches on things that happened to Eligh as a child, and how they will influence the type of father he will be. Click below to listen to Eligh’s When I’m A Dad:

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And proceed through the break to follow along with the lyrics.

[Verse 1]
I could try to say that I was never one to run/
But I was never one to stay/
My daddy never taught me how/
To knock a motherfucker out/
I lay in bed and dred the day/
Ahead, a scrawny kind of kid/
Talking on his back/
I never told my friends that I was tortured by the fact/
That I was in the minority, ’cause where my school was at/
South Central Los Angeles/
Wouldn’t trade it for the world/
Adams and 32nd/
More to this man you mention/
In it’s essence evolved music, so how can I forget that/
In the first grade, I met that, fell in love and made that mine/
I never regret that when I think about the times/
When fat boys wanted to kick my ass for nothing in my mind/
Was stressed daily; now it’s funny, but then/
I learned to pray to god because I couldn’t tell my friends/
That I was bullied on the block, psychologically getting punked/
I never really got once or jacked for my lunch money/
But on the yard like a jailor kept my eyes peeled/
Fifth grade on the battlefield, man that shit was real/
But on the yard like a jailor kept my eyes peeled/
Fifth grade on the battlefield, man that shit was real/

[Chorus]
I will never run again and when I am a dad/
Put my kids on everything that I could never grab/
Teach them how to fight because the world is going mad/
Teach then how to love because that’s all we really have/
Love is number one to give my kids when I’m a dad/
Music number two because that’s what I’m all about/
I kiss them on the forehead when they sit there looking sad/
Shout out loud I will be there on the bow/

I will never run again and when I am a dad/
Put my kids on everything that I could never grab/
Teach them how to fight because the world is going mad/
Teach then how to love because that’s all we really have/
Love is number one to give my kids when I’m a dad/
Music number two because that’s what I’m all about/
I kiss them on the forehead when they sit there looking sad/
Shout out loud I will be there on the bow/

[Verse 2]
The children are the future always have and always will be/
Mine will be protected til the ending if it kills me/
They will know that daddy loved them with a passion/
And put nothing above them even when the world was crashing/
Around us in the end and some would say that’s coming closer/
I put my daughter on my shoulders, lover her til it’s over/
A change in consciousness could be the end of what we know now/
Not earthquakes, tidal waves, and nuclear meltdowns/
Try to be positive in the way I live to generate light/
So if I bring that life into this world to witness daylight/
The love will carry over from killing off all my selfish acts/
Help one other human being a day to get my bass out of hell/
Well runs dry daily, gotta reimburse/
Good beats come first/
I’m crazy in love with my unborn child/
Teach them to care then let them run wild/

Quotable of the Week: 7L & Esoteric “I Hate Flying”

Nathaniel — Sun, 28 Nov 2010 20:46:52 +0000

I started cracking up the minute I heard this, because I agree with pretty much everything Esoteric says on I Hate Flying. The song, which features a hilarious story about a bad airplane experience, stands out as one of the best tracks on 7L & Esoteric’s “1212.” 7L’s chorus samples lyrics from Jay-Z’s Ignorant Shit, a track from his “American Gangster” album, while Esoteric’s three verses manage to cover everything we all hate about flying. Click below to listen to 7L & Esoteric’s I Hate Flying:

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And proceed through the break to follow along with the lyrics.

[Verse 1:]
You want me to relax on a plane?/
Man, that’s practically insane/
Every time I fly, I’m convinced we going down in flames/
See I pass security and dealt with all the rubbish/
Like taking my belt and kicks off, and paying eighty bucks for luggage/
Pick up my carry-on, I’m ready to fly/
Like a bird, get my Larry on, I’m stepping inside/
People always in the way, they gotta move to the left/
There’s a captain with the booze on his breath/
I greet the stewardess next/
Who’s kinda hot, but she isn’t my style/
Just my luck I have the seat between the window and aisle/
Stuck between two people, I’m a prisoner now/
And behind us is this Ritalin child, shit is wild/
The woman next to me is Betty, perfume heavy/
Southern accent mixed with cranking on already/
The dude on my left, death breath, I suppose/
A redneck named Ed if I’m judging by his clothes/
And yo, you think I’d like that/
‘Cause I don’t pay attention to the flight attendant/
When she demonstrate the life vest/
Or the oxygen mask, ’cause if we’re gonna crash/
We all dying, that’s why I hate flying/

[Chorus (Jay-Z sample)]
I can touch down and take off the same night/
Only thing change, the tail number on the flight/

[Verse 2]
I guess we getting in at midnight, show me/
A nine hour flight with one in-flight movie/
It’s some chick flick, sisterhood traveling pants shit/
I can’t sit still, can’t go to bed/
Can’t grab my headphones, they’re in the overhead/
Unless I climb over Ed/
Yo I think I’ll wait for a soda instead/
Yeah I’ll have a Pepsi – the whole can, not a cup of ice/
Man I’m feeling like I suck at life/
And when the turbulence kicks in my nervous system/
Makes every little sound sound sickening/
Sometimes I feel planes are the worst invention/
Birds and engines don’t mix/
Shit mechanics don’t fix/
Betty’s sleeping and I’m frozen like a mannequin/
I take a look around the cabin and nobody’s panicking/
And that’s good, but whether we’re safe/
Can usually be told by the look on the flight attendant’s face/
That’s when I hear a crazy sound and she hits the ground/
The redneck looks at me and says, ‘I think we’re going down’/
And now there’s women screaming, babies crying/
I’m afraid of dying, I hate flying/

[Chorus (Jay-Z sample)]
I can touch down and take off the same night/
Only thing change, the tail number on the flight/

[Verse 3]
I think Ed is right, shit we going down/
I hope the landing gear is intact/
I’m prepared for impact/
I feel my limbs crack/
Pull my head to my knees/
Got my ears covered up/
What the fuck is going on?/
I’m holding on/
We supposed to sail right across/
Not go out like the Oceanic flight from Lost/
Yeah we dive through clouds/
As beams of sweat dive through my eyebrows/
I’m thinking, ‘Why now?’/
My whole body tenses up, fist clenches up/
Hell or Heaven, tell me where will I be ending up?/
My seat’s buckled, head’s buried, eyes shut/
The captain comes on but everyone’s like, “What?’/
‘Cause you can’t understand, never can/
And I think we passed the point of looking for a place to land/
This is certain death, I won’t even need a coffin/
I won’t bleed a drop and/
Somebody better tell Saint Peter I’ll be knocking/
Can’t believe this is it, the only option/
We gonna blow up, incinerate and no one’s watching/
Altitude dropping/
There’s no stopping this plane/
My ears popping it’s insane/
My fear I can’t conceal it/
It’s sad won’t feel it/
I’m thinking of my life/
My son, my dog, my wife/
No, no, no! Nobody’s talking/
This is it we’re gonna die! ‘Welcome to Boston’/

I’m On Vacation!!!

Nathaniel — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 15:00:47 +0000

PEACE. Whether you’re one of HHL’s daily visitors or someone who has stumbled onto HipHopLinguistics.com for the first time, thank you for visiting this website. Unfortunately, I am currently on vacation. Due to a summer filled with travel and time off, I have decided to take my first break from this website in more than five years. I will be back in a couple months, but in the meantime, check out my four vacation posts below. These will catch you up with my favorite music of the first half of 2010, as well as what I’ll be bumping during my travels:

Have a great summer! And stay up on real hip-hop! PEACE

Vacation Post #4: My Favorite Tracks & Quotables of 2010

Nathaniel — Tue, 06 Jul 2010 14:16:28 +0000

One of the big things I love about the current evolution of the hip-hop industry and business model is the new way tracks are released to the public. In preparation for their albums, both mainstream and underground hip-hop artists leak multiple songs to the blogs and websites. It is a great way to preview an album and to get free music. The tracks below are some of my favorite songs and quotables through June, 2010. Most are available for FREE download, and many have the lyrics posted:

Reflection Eternal City Playgrounds
The Roots Dear God 2.0
B. Dolan Earthmovers
Sage Francis Best of Times
Bohemian Rap CD Mama Mia
Dark Time Sunshine Primor
Everliven Sound Crack and The Electric Chair
ScholarMan Hood Stories Vol. 4
Kats Rich Dad Poor Dad
Random & DN3 The Won Too
Oddisee NYC Remix
Luckyiam TV In The Afternoon
Core Rhythm King
Debaser Don’t Sleep
Little Brother Curtain Call

Hip-Hop Quotable: Sage Francis “Best of Times”

Nathaniel — Thu, 15 Apr 2010 13:24:33 +0000

This track is part spoken word and part hip-hop, so you’ll have to get a minute or so in for the actual rapping to begin. Nevertheless, I picked it as this week’s hip-hop quotable due to the track’s deep lyrical content. Best of Times, which you can download for FREE here, is the second leak from Sage Francis’ upcoming album “Li(f)e” – scheduled for release May 11 on Strange Famous Records. If you like this, check out Sage’s first leak Slow Man. Click below to listen to Sage Francis’ Best of Times:

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And be sure to follow along with the lyrics after the break.

It’s been a long and lonely trip but I’m glad that I took it because it was well worth it/
I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict/
Never thought that I was perfect/
Always thought that I had a purpose/
Used to wonder if I’d live to see my first kiss/

The most difficult thing I ever did was recite my own words at a service realizing the person I was addressing probably wasn’t looking down from heaven/
Or cooking up something in hell’s kitchen, trying to listen in or eaves drop from some another dimension/
It was self serving just like this is/

Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas/
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress/
Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance, ’til we just stayed distant and never touched/
Now all we do is text too much/

I don’t remember much from my youth/
Maybe my memory is repressed/
Or I just spent too much time wondering if I’d live to have sex/
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade but I didn’t have the courage to talk to her/
In 8th grade I wrote her the note but I slipped it in someone else’s locker/

Considered killing myself ’cause of that/
It was a big deal/
It was a blown cover/
It was over for me/
My goose was cooked/
Stick a fork it me/
The jig is up/
I blew my chances, the rest is history, our future was torn asunder/
It became abundantly clear that I was only brought here to suffer/

At least I didn’t include my name/
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code and it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal making it impossible to open/
Plus, it was set to self destruct/
Whoever read it probably died…laughing/
I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened/

A year later, I came to understand that wasn’t love that I was feeling for her/
I had someone else to obsess over/
I was older/
I was very mature/
I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph ’cause I was failing math/
Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home/

I checked the mailbox twice a day at the end of a long dirt road/
Steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode/
If you snoop around long enough for something in particular you’re guaranteed to find it/
For better or worse that’s how I learned that it’s best to just keep some things private/
It was the best of times/
It was the end of times/

It was the best of times/
It was the end of times/
I was always on deck, I was next in line/
An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that I could never have/
The walls in my house were paper thin/
Every squabble seemed to get deafening/
If my memory serves me correctly I made it a point to void and forget some things/
Probably to keep from being embarrassed/
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents/
Kept my secrets…hid my talents…in my head, never under the mattress/

Therapy couldn’t break me/
Never learned a word that would insure safety/
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often/
The door to my room was like a big old coffin/
The way that it creeked when I closed it shut/
Anxieties peaked when it opened up/
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed/
I still sleep fully clothed/
It was the best of times/
It was the end of times/

It was beautiful/
It was brutal/
It was cruel/
It was business as usual/
Heaven/
It was hell/
Used to wonder if I’d live to see 12/

When I did I figured that I was immortal/
Loved to dance but couldn’t make it to the formal/
Couldn’t bear watching my imaginary girlfriend bust a move with any other dudes/

Tone Loc was talking bout a “Wild Thang” but I was still caught up in some child thangs/
Scared of a God who couldn’t spare the rod/
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang/

Pyromaniac/
Kleptomaniac/
Couldn’t explain my desire to steal that fire/
Now I add it to my rider/
Like “Please oh please don’t throw me in that patch of brier!” It was the best of times/
It was the end of times/

The school counselor was clueless ’cause I never skipped classes/
Perfect attendance/
Imperfect accent/
Speech impediment they could never really fix and I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses/

Considered doing something that would cripple me/
I wanted a wheelchair/
I wanted the sympathy/
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces/
4 years of head gear helped me change faces/
It was the best of times/
It was the end of times/

Now I wonder if I’ll live to see marriage/
Wonder if I’ll live long enough to have kids/
Wonder if I’ll live to see my kids have kids/
If I do I’m gonna tell ‘em how it is/

Don’t listen when they tell you that these are your best years/
Don’t let anybody protect your ears/
It’s best that you hear what they don’t want you to hear/
It’s better to have pressure from peers than not have peers/
Beer won’t give you chest hair/
Spicy food won’t make it curl/
When you think you’ve got it all figured out and then your universe collapses…trust me, kid…it’s not the end of the world/

Hip-Hop Quotable: Bohemian Rap CD “Mama Mia”

admin — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 14:12:09 +0000

This week’s underground hip-hop quotable of the week is Mama Mia from “Bohemian Rap CD,” which you can still download for FREE here if you haven’t already. Mama Mia features dope verses from NYC underground emcees Jake Lefco, IllSpokinn, Ryan-O’Neil, Kats and Domer – and is part of a compilation CD featuring all five emcees rapping over 6 tracks created from samples of Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Click below to listen to Mama Mia:

[See post to listen to audio]

And be sure to follow along with the lyrics after the break.

[Chorus - Ryan-O'Neil]
Mama Mia can I talk to ya?/
Mama Mia can I maybe take a walk with ya?/
Ooh baby you the lady I been looking for/
You good looking but, uh, can you cook and stuff?/

[Verse 1 - Ryan-O'Neil]
Goodness gracious/
You see her face and her waist? It’s amazing/
The kinda chick you wanna be chasing/
No patience, no time for waiting/
It’s blatant, can’t hide my infatuation/
I’m faced with a basic arrangement – a dame that/
Won’t give a minute of her day to get play with/
Trying to get her digits with my methods, should I change it?/
Is it ’cause I’m dark-skinned? Maybe she’s a racist/
On some KKK shit, yo that’s ancient/
She ain’t even white, she a light-skinned Haitian/
Anyway she tried many ways to escape it/
But I held her with my conversation..it’s fading/
Her defenses now my sense is I made it/
Even with her guard up, her heart I invaded/
Still going hard as she softens her features/
Mama Mia I just wanna please ya/

[Hook - Domer]
I wish that we could talk like you were just alone with me/
And we could be baby if you’d just come home with me/
We could be amazing if you would just only see/
That life is better once you really get to knowing me/
I wish that we could talk like you were just alone with me/
And we could be baby if you’d just come home with me/
We could be amazing if you would just only see/
That life is better once you really get to knowing me/

[Verse 2 - Kats]
Mama Mia, my Madonna was Italiana/
A stand up chick like, ‘I swear he was with me your honor’/
An air-tight alibi you ain’t gotta bother/
To double check shit, check the double Ds on her/
Freeze mama let me please holla/
I wanna blow up your phone like Hezbollah trying to please Allah/
I wanna please you baby, make you breathe harder/
And make the room ’bout 100 degrees hotter/

[Chorus - Ryan-O'Neil]
Mama Mia can I talk to ya?/
Mama Mia can I maybe take a walk with ya?/
Ooh baby you the lady I been looking for/
You good looking but, uh, can you cook and stuff?/

[Verse 3 - IllSpokinn]
Okay, I know what you’re used to/
Borderline abuse and you’re just trying to cruise to/
The next destination, baby patience is a virtue/
These so-called hey-hey players never learned to/
Speak in front of their peers/
You dropped something dear/
The convo – let’s pick it up right here/
You can tell a champion from the size of the grind/
This my third session today, my 500th rhyme/
Hmmm saying your fly is an insult/
The sky is jealous, you’re interstellar and then some/
It’s quite simple babygirl, you know what I’m after/
You fine as a hairline fracture – laughter/

[Verse 4 - Domer]
Mama Mia/
So cold but I want her on my lips like a bottled beer/
Make her make noises like onomatopoeia/
One in a million feeling like the lottery – I…/
Wanna see her all night like a double feature/
Acting dramatic like the star of Madea/
She’s sexually infectious like gonorrhea/
God I need protection, she’s getting in my mental/
And now all I can see is her shape like a stencil/

[Hook - Domer]
I wish that we could talk like you were just alone with me/
And you could be baby if you’d just come home with me/
We could be amazing if you would just only see/
That life is better once you really get to knowing me/
I wish that we could talk like you were just alone with me/
And we could be baby if you’d just come home with me/
We could be amazing if you would just only see/
That life is better once you really get to knowing me/

[Verse 6 - Jake Lefco]
Mama Mia, Mama Mia /
Andale andale mami eeahh!/
I’m not even Hispanic, got me speakin Spanish, Mira!
I want you en mi vida, treat you like a queen, I’ll take you out and feed you margaritas/
Please, I’ll even eat your carnita/
Take you to my house and make you grita/
Here’s my number, call me, let me know when I can see ya/
Holla if you ever need a Visa, dame un besito mamacita/
Your eyes intoxicate me like tequila/
Hot like jalapenos, why you being cold like Condoleeza?/
Me diga if I said something offensive to you mi hija/
I see your sensitive, so lo siento mi amiga/
Or maybe its my breath? I ate a sandwich with some scallions/
If I buy a pack of gum, will you come talk to me about it?/
Si quieres saddle up and ride me like stallion/
‘I have no idea what you’re saying, I’m Italian’/

Hip-Hop Quotable: ScholarMan “Hood Stories Vol. 4″

Nathaniel — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 15:00:36 +0000

This week’s underground hip-hop track of the week is ScholarMan’s Hood Stories Vol. 4, from his new album “Free Spirit Of A Troubled Soul” – which I been bumping nonstop since finally getting around to listening to it last week. ScholarMan has included a Hood Stories track in each of his last four albums, and each contains relevant lyrics and interesting storytelling. Vol. 4 is about a Iraq war veteran with post traumatic stress syndrome. Click below to listen to Hood Stories Vol. 4:

[See post to listen to audio]

And be sure to follow along with the lyrics after the break.

Daryl’s back from the war/
Bullet wounds he’s sore/
The things that he saw/
He don’t wanna see them no more/
Fresh off the plane/
He hoping to gain some sanity/
His country tricked him/
Said he fought for humanity/
Now you can guess/
He got post traumatic stress/
Hard for him to breath/
Lost a lung through his chest/
Plus he drinks now/
Slowly killing his liver/
Bad dreams just to wake up to a shiver/
His daughter scared of him/
And his shorty worried/
Can he maintain with the strife he carried?/
Before he left/
He was far from a mess/
Church every week/
Yes his fam had got the best/
Now he can hardly hold a job ‘cause he curking out/
Seeing things, weird words that he blurting out/
So that means bills are stacked, and they stacked more/
He wish he was dead/
What he come back for?/
All he thinking bout is ‘Damn, I’m a veteran/
Iraq two tours/
I deserve better than/
Uncle Sam owes me/
I’m gonna take it/
Guarantee I’m gonna make it/
Rob this motherfucker naked’/
Now what his plan was?/
To hit an ATM/
When they came to empty them/
Playing pretty grim/
He scoped it out, an armored truck every Friday morning/
Two different guards every week is what you find up on them/
Six a.m., daylight savings so it’s kind of dark/
He got his man to help/
So new wealth they can embark/
They parked at the gas station right across the street/
Load the bullets in the heat/
Make the money speak/
Here comes the truck/
Pulling up, just a minute til/
He holding the steel/
Giddy on how rich he feel/
And he ain’t even got a dollar in his pocket yet/
The first guard gets out/
Hammer he cocks it back/
He put the piece to his neck/
‘We need this money now!’/
The other guard, ‘Lay down/
Put your face to the ground’/
Ski mask for the task/
Prevent a good look/
But there’s a third guard/
He didn’t get a good look/
Next thing you know/
A barrel placed out the door/
One shot, two shot, then come three and four/
Daryl got hit in the back/
His man got his leg/
Daryl thought he was dead/
All he could see is red/
When the shot hit him/
Reflexes had pulled the trigger/
This wasn’t planned/
So his plan had gotten much bigger/
Now he got a dead guard/
A bullet in his spine/
His boy left him to rot/
Right there for one time/
The skinny is Daryl can’t walk/
Looking like my man from Oz in a cell in New York/

Hip-Hop Quotable: Kats “Rich Dad Poor Dad”

Nathaniel — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 04:10:56 +0000

This week’s underground hip-hop quotable is Kats’ Rich Dad Poor Dad, from his new album “I Can Levitate” – which is you should download for FREE if you haven’t already. The beat is by UK producer Jonesy, and the title is pretty much self-explanatory – as Kats drops verses about fatherhood through the eyes of a rich dad, a poor dad, and his own pops. Possibly my favorite track on the new album. Click below to listen to Kats’ Rich Dad Poor Dad:

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And be sure to follow along with the lyrics after the break.

[Verse 1]
The poor dad sparks a splif on the fire escape/
Just got home, worked a double shift, he’s tired today/
The baby’s crying, it’s late/
No time to relax/
Ate his lunch on the run, never got to sit back/
And enjoy/
So his little boy plays with his toys/
In his room by himself, and he makes too much noise/
So he snaps at him, ‘Hey keep it down in there!/
You’re getting grounded if I hear another sound in there!’/
He’s exhausted, all he does is sit around in his chair/
A blank stare, lets his sorrows drown in his beer/
His feet hurt, hands swollen from manual labor/
It’s okay, one day it’ll be from handling paper/
That’s what he tells himself, but in his heart he doubts it/
Doesn’t have the heart to say it out loud/
So many dreams deferred, he prefers no sleep/
And hopes his boy can find a better way to be/

[Chorus]
Rich dad, poor dad/
Take a bud and a scotch, now switch and pour that/
A do nothing know it all/
And a dude who knows so and so/
A huge bankroll to go and blow/
You know how the story goes/
The rich dad plays the market, the poor dad says ‘Mark it’ when he bowls/
It’s all just a game though/
We complain to the refs, sure, but in the end have to play ball/

[Verse 2]
The rich dad had a power lunch that lasted too long/
Downed a couple martinis that were a little too strong/
So by the time he got home/
He was a little bit drunk/
The driver opened his door, retrieved his bag from the trunk/
And off he goes, leftovers cold in the fridge/
Wife at some social function, nanny watching the kids/
He lights a Cuban as he takes in the view/
From his balcony, finally nothing to do/
He should talk to his boy, tell him about some grown things/
How he should own things/
But then the phone rings/
Back to business, stocks moving ‘round the clock/
One has gone through the roof, another’s down a lot/
So much as stake, he takes another sip of his drink/
A deep breath, not even a minute to think/
The nanny tucks in the boy, daddy is bound to run/
Hoping one day he’ll find time to be proud of his son/

[Verse 3]
What I learned from my dad, I learned without him teaching/
Without him talking or preaching/
I was just watching, his speeches/
Had no effect on me really/
I didn’t do what he said/
I did what he did instead/
The good and the bad/
How could it be that as hard as I tried/
To be so wildly different, I ended up the same guy/
So I can try to pretend like I get to chose/
What type of dad I’ll be, but we know the truth/
Same as I had, and I had one so I’m thankful for that/
And wouldn’t trade time spent for a bank full of cash/
The ups and downs, good shit, forgettable stuff/
No cash to speak of, so I’ll settle for love/
Nobody’s perfect, mistakes were made/
But almost nothing is worth a dad being taken away/
A rich dad or a poor dad, as long as he stays/
Is what most kids need today, and need it always/