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[Intro: repeat 2X]
No idea's original, there's nothin new under the sun
It's never what you do, but how it's done
What you base your happiness around material, women, and large paper
That means you inferior, not major
[Nas]
If niggaz could look inside my mind, you'll find
where bodies are buried, first look past the hotties who dimes
Go to the center, enter with caution, past the braincell graveyard
where weed's responsible for memory loss
Let's witness, the horrific, the stench'll make you nauseous
See what I seen every day I live with this torture
Lightin spliffs up to stay high like 24 hours
Sleep with my heat, wash with my gun in the shower
My tongue is power, it thrills women, kills demons
Long as I'm still breathin I'm still winnin, I'll teach 'em
The hood converted from trey bags to 20's a girl
Everybody had money, every summer was real ill
Four-finger rings, dope dealers, 'caine/Kane
"No Half Steppin'" with flat tops when Rakim reigned
Radios on card tables, Benetton, the Gods buildin
Ask for today's mathematics, we Allah's children
And this was goin on in every New York ghetto
Kids listened, Five Percenters said it's pork and Jell-o
We coincide, we in the same life, maybe a time difference
on a different coast, but we share the same sunlight
Your part of the world, might be like colors and gangs
While on my side, brothers'll murder for different things
But it all revolve around drugs, fame and shorties
Stuck for your bling, stripped for your chain, the same story
From, Czechoslovakia to Texas metropolis
Them, treacherous rocksters in the Mexican mafias
Be scrappin with tats on they back, violent wars
Nothin less than a lethal injection if ever caught
Courtrooms, eagles and flags, American style
While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Watchin for paint chips, don't want no led in yo' child
But them gangstas put lead in yo' child, the bezzy be out
The chain be like a hundred K
Shinin since Roxanne Shante' made "Runaway"; that's been a minute
Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God
It's not a facade it's a fact, these rappers wanna be Nas
My Exodus doesn't exist
I'll never leave the streets, it's all in my mind
Even with sleep I'm duckin nines in my dreams
Si-rens, wide awake, why'd I think it would change
Can't hide when you famous or even try to do the same things like
Somebody's always watchin, my life
Before I, walk out the door I size up every option
Eyes cut every direction, it's like God or guns
Which is better protection? Can't decide, that's a hard one
I mean they wanna see me in prison, the chains bamboozled
Headline readin "Rapper Slain From a Man Shootin" -Nas ("No Idea's Original" The Lost Tapes) | | |
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Arright, so ive been thinking lately and Ive composed my thoughts in an
organized matter on the subject of hip hip. So here the lecture.
Tron's view on hip hop: The Lecture 1.0
Hip hop is a culture. You can dress hip hop, you can talk hip hop,
you're whole attitude can be based around this culture. People mistake
this as just another music genre. That in itself is nothing but a lie.
Rap is somethign you do, hip hop...you live it. Its the voice of the
opressed, its the voice of the poetic, and its the voice of my people.
There are 4 elements of hip hop. Emceeing, Turntablism, Graff art, and
Bboy/Bgirlism. Emceeing...that art of flowetry. The gift of rhythm and
rhyme. Poetry wit a twist if you ask me, so I like to call it Flowetry.
Turntablism...the art of DJing. The gift to motivate the crowd and give
em what they want. Let the energy flow throughout the rooms using
music. Graff art...the art of well..art lol. The gift of bein to
express oneself through drawing and designs. Bboy/Bgirlism... the gift
of expressin oneself through body movements and bein to awe the crowd
with raw talent and hard work to get there. In my thoughts, everyone
was given atleast one of these gifts. It takes work and effort to let
them grow though. So water the seed.
The mainstream and the underground. Though Im with the underground, I
have respect for some emcees in the mainstream. Young Hov is my idol,
hes mainstream but he still spits fire. I look up to him, he came from
bein nothing to bein one of the biggest emcees throughout the world.
But I have to say, the mainstream is killin this culture. There is no
more heart in the music I hear in the radio or watch in tv. Its all
about cars and degrating women now a days. Its like the mainstream of
rap lost its soul. Since the mainstream is what most people see, they
think this culture is about money and cars and jus shakin ass. But its
not true, the culture is so much more but they are blinded by ignorance
due to the negative side the mainstream likes to expose. They think any
hip hopper is just a gangbanger, which is a lie. The mainstream has
made it the "in" to act hard and sayin that ganglife is positive. The
underground has soul in it, a lot of it too, lets let the mainstream
barrow from us =P. The underground must rise and show everyone what hip
hop is all about.
Sorry if it was a long read. Just some thoughts. I have more but
ill save em for other lil lectures, cuz its gon be too long of a read
if i keep goin lol. Hope yall enjoyed.
-Tron
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| wassup ya'll?! its my turn to preach....haha....ey ya'll....u guys need to give us some feedback on dis shit...we been discussin some shit...we gon' try and be like a band...like the roots type shit...AI on bass...tRon on electric guitar (spittin)...and me on drums...sLick be spittin'...what ya'll think of that? like thats more of my field of music...jammin type of shit...we'd be samplin' from different fields of hip-hop and soulful shit...like EWF...chicago....the roots...jImi hendrix...cOdy chestnut...type of shit like dat...so just drop a couple of lines in the spit bucket and tell us what ya'll think of our ideas....or u can drop a few comments...do us a favor and try to get people in on dis site and our group and how serious we really are...contact us or somethin'...tell us wassup...aight ya'll...im out!....~1~ | | |
| Hay wasssup ya'll well this be Slick, Haven't posted hear yet and you know what they say "best for last"...jp or am I hahah well anyway havent writen anything so this a lil something check it out..
I love my microphone clear, ice cold beer, premiere
My news is sweet, nothing bad in your ear
Hip hop got me locked, competition gets props
Hiddin behind mics, with lyrics that sound nice
You just above average, I'm superstar status
Microphone savage, devour the baddest
At times I'm on the low, at times I'm in your face
Occupy the time slot, you occupy space
Brace your self for the one two punch
I hit you so hard, I make you cough up your lungs
You should of never tried to confront this
Top notch lyricist, with that foolishness
I come with the uncontrollable, untamable
Sometimes I'm feeling just like a wild animal
Let me tell ya’ll somethin, me and my crew won’t fall for the foolery
Hip hop ain't live like it used it be,
The future looks promisin though, the team reunited
The pyramid complete, been done, we gona start barkin on you tricks for fun.
--Slick
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| Aye waddup peoplez. This be Tron. Well since I want some traffic in the site Ill spit right now.
Formed this clique cuz i was tired of fake bullshit hip hop,
We doin this for the love of the art and when we stop spittin itll be the day I drop-
Dead without my heart racing cuz this culture is part of my soul,
Mainstream rap killed it for this culture so the reformation is part of my goals,
We rep Entropy cuz all 4 of us got chaos within,
Youll here it when we on the mic or playin instruments,
We plan and make moves carefully like a doctor with surgical instruments,
Remain unbreakable since we military minded like high ranking generals,
Work as a 4 man squad so we have a better chance when goin up against all odds,
This is life, rhythm and rhyme is in my blood,
We aint about big paper, drugs, shakin ass, or jsut wanting to fuck,
And we wont stop not even if we fall, jus get back up again and again,
No more Mr. Hood, liek a phoenix reborn, its the T-R-O-N
-Tron
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