Posts tagged hip hop
Sabac Red, “Tell Lie Vision”
Lyrics interpreted by ear. Can anyone make out what he says in the line after Call of Duty: Black Ops? I keep hearing “gay judo,” but that might just be due to too much Joe Rogan Experience.
“I want the young motherfuckers in here tonight, no matter what your nationality is, turn the motherfucking TV off for one week. and see if you can survive!”
click, click
you’ve been brought in to the tube
the message gets projected that alters your mood
glorification of tanks, bombs, guns and grenades
Call of Duty: Black Opses, military control
(???)
reality shows influence hatin’ the boss
contradicting programs, food challenge, weight loss
exploitation of blacks, fights posted on the Internet
binary codes now promote smoking cigarettes
trick-knowledgy but the knowledge is trick
so you buy bigger things to compromise for your dick
plastic surgeons, fake tits, strips to racist themes
sex addiction, cocaine, we host a place for fiends
sixteen pregnant gang wars, rapists and crime
lose control, die, LCD raping our minds
it’s a media brain trap
we became slaves to the screen
corporations run stations on the station we see
odd attention into poverty, the threat in economy
the pressure of providing with the message of autonomy
suicide, murder, drug dealing police
pill poppers, prostitutes, what’s real in the streets
it’s the beef, the conflict, the overload of aggression
it’s the power struggle leading to the mode of depression
we love the entertainment when the cameras go up
millionaire aspirations in the bad girls club
cops ‘n’ robbers, mobsters, we’re stable for days
can’t afford a decent meal but the cable is paid
it’s more than Big Brother, this is brain control
deleted emails are saved on a station in Rome
the Kinect for Xbox scans your body for heat
it sends rays through your brain til your body’s diseased
”It’s called “tell a vision” programming. They tellin’ you visions being programmed. You bein’ programmed. You watch it on the news, ‘It was on CNN, it’s true. I seen it on FOX, it’s real.’ It’s BULLSHIT!”
Sly Boogy - “Keep On”
West Coast native and rapper Sly Boogy came to my attention in a video showcasing the AwesomeWM desktop window manager for the Linux operating system.
Eternal West Coast reps and anyone with a comfortably slow or soon-to-be slowed heartrate will love Sly’s brand of slicked-back L.A. G-funk on “Keep On,” as he and a couple guests (to whom I’ve had trouble putting names) go about “rollin’ it up and burnin’ up these trees,” keepin’ it especially gangsta from 1:30-2:10:
The coupe’s avocado
I got a mulatto motto:
“Ready to drop it like hot potatoes”
Sip Patron til the whole bottle’s hollow
Kobe Bryant jersey when I’m out in Colorado
Crooked eye, Long Beach Al Pacino
Iroc engine in the blue El Camino, gettin’ that giraffe neck
Now that’s deep throat
Yeah, it feel good, my nigga
Reppin’ the dub, gettin’ love from the beach, i.e. to the hub (?)
Real hood, my nigga
Step in the club, any thug from the streets knowin’ what I’m made of
It’s understood, my nigga
That I’m a East Side G, but I still mingle with my niggas up in Inglewood, my nigga
So put your iron up, want grub, line up, ‘cause here all we fry are Nuggets
Soon you’ll be buried in the hug of this beat’s warm, thumping groove: the irresistible downward gliss when the girls purr “trees,” the always sexy Rhodes piano, the coolly assured swank of the wordplay sliding across the velvet smooth track like an eight ball on the way to billiards victory.
Sly Boogy’s Mixtape Vol. 1: The Fifth Letter contains the similarly titled “Keep On Hustlin’” (the aforementioned Linux rap), but that track’s similarity to this slab of smooth ends there; “Keep On“‘s giraffe neck can be found sticking out on G-Funk Is Here to Stay, Vol. 3.
