Friday, September 30, 2011

Danger Doom - Benzie Box

The last few posts have all been produced by Danger Mouse... What the Hell, let's keep the DM train rolling. Here is a song by Danger Doom, a group composed of Danger Mouse & MF Doom.

Danger produces.
MF spits.

Simple enough!

The album, "The Mouse and The Mask" samples music from various cartoons, namely from the Cartoon Network programming block Adult Swim.


[anyone pick out Cee-Lo?]


His name's Doom
They wonder just who is he
But don't worry
Believe me he'll get busy when it comes to...
Poetry he's got plenty la la la...
la la la la la la

Jump em in like jump rope
Double-Dutch then turn on the mic with a thumb stroke
Subtle touch, cuddle clutch, is this thing on?
Like the fling with Mrs King Kong, this spring gone
Sing a song of slap happy crappiness
He came to flow like it was strapped to his nappy chest
Surely I jest, the best on a wireless
Mic not an eye test, yet I digress
But why stress, try an remember when
Maybe bit the tender skinned babysitter Gwendlyn
The type ta hit and run and go tell a friend
Word to el muerto cucaracha exo-skeleton
He know, flow like inter-stellar wind
Tow a rap jinn by his toe and to hell again
Ahem! 1-2 check me too
Loose wreck, see through your Goose Neck EQ

Chorus

Ay! If I may interject?
Rap these days is like a pain up in the neck
Cornier and phonier than a play fight
Take two of these and don’t phone me on the late night
The beat won’t fail me
With more rhymes than times he wash his hands and feet daily
And all that kerosene ain’t cheap
Villain been deep since a teenage creep, peep
He always was a gentleman
And kept a pen and a pencil in his mental den
Right there next to where the Rolodex was
Before it turned up all burnt by his solar plexus
He don’t know his own strength
When he’s on the bone it’s like the microphone length.. and with
Ain’t it funky like dingy socks
Feel the full effect off cassette in your Benzi Box

Chorus

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Storytelling - Skunk

I'm back!

Well the feet are still stiff but they are pretty much healed now. Me returning to where I fell some months later. I essentially fell the entire distance as my hands were above the top.

Monday, September 19, 2011

Common - Drivin' Me Wild ft. Lily Allen



It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down

It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
No, it's not a mystery, it's everything

She was the type to watch Oprah and the Today Show
Be on the treadmill like OK Go
Had a body, a body that you can't pay fo'
That means she had some D's on her but they wasn't fake though

Had a drive for a drive for Rodeo
She spent pesos on those Lebeaus
Spin class at the gym, strip tease on a pole
She was so obsessed with her body and clothes

To every party she goes, tryin' hard to be toast
They say it's hard for a pimp but extra hard for these
Readin' Us and People Mag, tryna get the scoop
Chasin' a actor for a Bentley Coupe

She been through the ball player from the Clippers
Then came the pumps all thinkin' she number one
Where she was just a jumpoff
Doin' all she can for a man and a baby
Drivin' herself crazy like the astronaut lady

It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down

It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
No, it's not a mystery, it's everything

He had paper since we was in, we was in high school
Pop was a doc, mom taught at my school
Lock with the rocks, in his ears he kept jewels
One of the Diddy types, the D-D-Dame Dash dudes

Pushed a Maserati Sport, readin' the Robb Report
Wanted to be Mike but he was never live at sports
Since golf was in he was on the drivin' course
To live the rap life is what he was strivin' for

Spendin' cash at the bar to get credit
Drinkin' Chaundon just because Big said it
They say Ye is but dude was big headed
Rocked the fur in the summer so somebody'd pet it

He had a fetish for shoes that's athletic
Pathetic on his MySpace page half naked
It's a shame what they do for fame and to be respected
Joe, you coulda got it if you never woulda stressed it

It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down

It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
No, it's not a mystery, it's everything

They was one of them couples, people said they were the it
Unbreakable, like Bobby and Whit'
Or Ryan and Reese or Kimora and Russ
Relationships can be dead but look live to us

I guess we all been through it where we try too much
Losin' yourself and you're lyin' and stuff
Wishin' for the diamond cuffs, in search of a ring
Where love is not a mystery, it's everything, sing

It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down

It's this thing now that's drivin' me wild
I gotta see what's up before it gets me down
No, it's not a mystery, it's everything

Gets me down, gets me down
Gets me down, gets me down
Gets me down, gets me
No, it's not a mystery, it's everything

Atmosphere - Painting

Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Roots - How I Got Over



Chorus:
(Black Thought: uh, ha-huh. uh, ha-huh) Out on the streets (Yeah)
Where I grew up (ah-hah)
First thing they teach us: (uh)
Not to give a fuck (Yeah, C'mon baby)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Oh ??)
Someone has to care.

Verse 2:
How I got over
Where the people come apart
Don’t nobody care about cha
Only thing you got is God.
Out here in these streets
If you get down on your luck
You can stand up
With a hand down
But nobody give a fuck.
Out here in these streets
Every man is for himself
They Ain’t helpin’ noone else
It’s a hazard to your health.
Livin’ life in these cold streets.
(Hey) Whose worryin’ ‘bout cha babe
When you wiln’(?) out?
Runnin’ around in these streets.

Chorus:
Out on the streets
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a fuck. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (How I got over)
Someone has to care. (Ya)

Verse 2:
When you on the corners too much drama
Livin’ with the police right behind ja’
It's always more than a slight reminda
We livin’ in a war zone like Rwanda.
Before I go back to the heavenly fatha
Pray for me if it ain’t too much botha.
Whatever don’t break me or make me stronga
I feel like I can’t take too much longa.
It’s too much lyin’
And too much fryin’
I’m all cried out cause I grew up cryin’
They all got a sales pitch I ain’t buyin’
They tryin’ to convince me that I ain’t tryin’.
We uninspired
We unadmired
And tired and sick of being sick and tired.
A living in the hood where the shots are fired
We dyin’ to live, so to live we dyin’.
You just like I am.


Chorus:
Out on the streets (Uh)
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a fuck. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to care. (Somebody’s gotta care)

Verse 3:
And I swear it isn't fair
In suspended animation
We ain't tryin' to go nowhere.
Out here in these streets
We're so young and all alone
We ain't even old enough to realize we're on our own.
Livin' life in these hard streets
Where it's like they lost their mind
Is there anyway to find?
are we runnin' out of time out here?
Listen, hey
Who's worryin' about cha babe
When you wiln'(?) out?
Runnin' 'round in these streets.

Chorus: x3
Out on the streets (Uh)
Where I grew up (How I got over)
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a fuck. (How I got over)
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere (Ya, somebody, somewhere)
Someone has to...

Out on the streets
Where I grew up
First thing they teach us:
Not to give a fuck
That type of thinking can’t get you nowhere
Someone has to care.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

I Dream of Dragons - Retrotation

"I am Retrotation, and I will be your host today. Just earlier I unleashed my latest release unto the dubstep world entitled, “I Dream of Dragons.” Sit and listen, and please feel free to close your eyes and enter into the realm of your imagination."

I Dream of Dragons (Dubstep Original) by Retrotation

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Zeds Dead ft. Omar Linx - Out For Blood



If you're a fan of Ratatat, This may sound a bit familiar :D

If not... Here's some help.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Chase & Status feat. Takura "Flashing Lights"



Love this thing up till about 2:46. I'm not in love with the drop but I think it's still worth sharing.

Monday, September 5, 2011

Cunninlynguists - Oneirology

My favorite hip hop album of 2011 so far. It's not perfect. But I don't think any album is. Cunninlynguists take us on a journey exploring maybe some of our most personable moments, our dreams. Oneirology is in fact defined as the scientific study of dreams. And while a large portion of the album is devoted to the feeling and moods set upon by slumber... It also examines the desires, dark thoughts, and vulnerabilities of it's hosts as well. This is one of those few albums that is best enjoyed listening to front to back. The production value of Kno's beats here are top notch. Sometimes maybe even out shining the vocalists... Possibly my favorite track on the album is "Get Igorant." Which delves into why some people are kind of always "dreaming" in their own delusions.



[V1 - NATTI]

Do I gotta get ignant and show my pigment on the job?
slap the darkest part of my hands across jaws?
these days and times with jobs hard to find
you gotta work a salt mine or work an assault nine
most folks barely staying afloat through proper channels
and think the rich sit with black candles and slaughter mammals
and run the globe through mind control and designer sandles
but life’s a skinny bitch it’s a struggle to get a handle
I’m about to just break bad like Malcolm’s dad
be Meth Boy-R-Dee with a lab and a yellow cab
so I can get the white picket fence and yellow lab
that American dream makes me wake up and scream
it consists of old money buying shiny new things
that I’ma about to break as I’m creating a scene
you can use as an anthem for Kanye’s tantrums
cause I’m about a thumb and a finger away from snapping
dammit!

[V2 - DEACON]

I'm early everyday, never took a vacation
through mandatory overtime I always stayed patient
through all the pettie dramas i'm calmer than a sloth
but THE shit don't change like if Obama would've lost
I done worked my ass off for bout 20 leven years
and I'm usually far from anything that Heaven fears
but I'm feelin off kilter, nah I ain't bout to kill ya
but I am about to loosen up the filter
here's you...jerkin' off to Halle Berry on the shitter
then firing a nigga cause he checkin' on his twitter
you mad ‘cause ain't nobody taggin you in pictures?
well here's a good one of you taggin ya wife's sister
like that! I've been knowin' ways to fight back
Vimeo of you sayin you don't like blacks
clearly though, full HD and in stereo
ya network's got holes my dude, cheerio!

[V3 - DEACON]

Success is just a thought, yet it can push us to the edge
put in our heads at an early age like the pledge
give our allegiance, while you're at it give ya souls
won't tell ya till ya grown that all that glitters ain't gold
but we love to watch em race, love to watch em chase dreams
so dirty ain't a cycle that could make clean
got the athletes juicin, singers gettin naked
the rappers spendin' all they money before they even make it
actors scared to age shootin acid in they faces
slaves to the ratings every show is more tasteless
faithless as angels cuttin' wings from they scapula
to trade it all in and be Dracula?

[V4 - KNO]

Genocide in east Africa, but you watchin Battlestar Galactica
Fillin up the data in the back of your digital camera
Taking glamorous
Shots of your mammaries
Surrounded by Vanity Fair magazine
And stuffed animals, in a house your parents paid for
Built by hand on land people slaved for
Get ignorant, stay ignorant in fact get belligerent
If you feel my sentiment attack
Keep kicking and screaming for your sense of entitlement
Flip me off with the same hand you hold the Bible with
All that Botox, every cream, every vitamin
Can't cover up the ignorance thats inside of you
I wouldn't lie to you, it can't cover up the ignorance thats inside of you

I also love the album art. Done by Lois van Baarle

J-Walk - Soul Vibration

Don't know why... But I'm getting a Wu-Tang vibe from this gem. Can almost imagine GZA spitting over this one.