X-Thug a.k.a MC Pepeljara a.k.a True Lee
27.09.2007., četvrtak
Sage Francis
 bio: Darkness and light, anger and serenity, tragedy and comedy - these extremes are contained in Sage Francis, and they provide the foundation for Human the Death Dance, his best album to date. From the moment its curtains open to their drawing closed, Sage's fourth solo album (and his second for Epitaph) evokes the arc of its maker's lifespan - literally spanning the decades from his first recordings as an eight year-old rapper (captured on opener "Growing Pains") to the stark contemplation of his darkest days (on the subtly affecting closer, "Going Back to Rehab"). Between those two poles, Sage proves he's not just a rapper, nor just a spoken-word artist - he's the best lyricist of his generation. Providence, Rhode Island's Sage Francis first captured the underground consciousness with a furious tape-only release, Homegrown Demo (1996), and then achieved renown as the country's best freestyle rapper by winning 1999's Superbowl Battle and 2000's Scribble Jam title. Sage won the second of those crowns wearing a Metallica T-shirt, hinting at his utter refusal to abide by hip-hop's orthodoxies, underground or otherwise. In fact, if there's an overriding theme to his career, it is this: where conformity ends, Sage Francis begins. After retiring from the battle scene, Sage drove his distinctiveness home on his first official release, 2002's Personal Journals, a pioneering manifesto for the poetically introspective style that has come to dominate underground rap. Where that record showcased his facility with epic storytelling, 2003's Hope was its polar opposite, a joyous affirmation of Sage's love for the Golden Era (late '80s-early '90s) rhyme schemes and bite-size boasts and barbs. Released under the name Non-Prophets, Hope offered not just a revival of the old-school idiom, but a virtual channeling of the energies that gave birth to hip-hop itself. If Personal Journals was his diary-as-manifesto, and Hope his ode to rap's golden era, then 2005's A Healthy Distrust (Epitaph) was his album-long screed against the state of the world, a stinging denunciation of corporate greed, Bush II's war-mongering ways, and, most importantly, America's collective complacency. On that album, Sage was an activist in the purest sense of the term - a person whose words and deeds inspire others to effect positive change at every level: personally, locally, and globally. That's the guiding ethos behind the web-based community he co-helms at www.knowmore.org, which chronicles corporate attacks against democracy, human rights, and the environment. On A Healthy Distrust, Sage was every bit the angry young man, his voice hurtling through the sound mix like a runaway train. What's initially shocking about Human the Death Dance, then, is just how relaxed the rapper often sounds - never complacent, but possessed of an understated confidence that reminds us we are in the hands of a master. That poise is all the more surprising when fused with this album's finely-wrought poetics, which document two of the toughest years of Sage Francis' life. Over that span, the rapper's spent 14-plus touring the world (from North American to Europe all the way to Asia and Australia), been victimized by burglars while on holiday in Amsterdam, robbed twice in the same week while touring the UK, and lived through the painful break-up of a relationship he once figured would last a lifetime. If A Healthy Distrust presented the battle of Sage-against-the-world, Human the Death Dance is a document of Sage battling himself - airing out the trials, the misdeeds, and the hopes of the only person he can really trust: himself. HTDD is an album in two halves, harking back to the two-sided LP classics of yore. The first section is loose and playful, the work of a microphone controller at the top of his form. On tracks like "Civil Obedience" and "Midgets and Giants", we witness Sage in full flight, calling out corporate whores and industry fakers with the kind of virtuoso flows few other rappers can match. The centerpiece is "Got Up This Morning", a smoky back-room blues number featuring the smouldering vocals of Jolie Holland and a relaxed honkytonk beat from Sage's old friend Buck 65. "Clickety Clack" also stands out as a first-half highlight; written in the hours after he was robbed in Amsterdam, this is Sage's revenge fantasy, a darkly baroque account of vigilante justice, and a stinging parody of the mindless thug-rap clogging our airwaves. The song suite which makes up HTDD's second half is simply devastating, a mini break-up record rooted in Sage's darkest days but suffused with the kind of clear-headed lyrical wisdom that comes around only once a generation. The four best songs of Sage's career are found here, starting with "Keep Moving", which is as mature and respectful a break-up song as you will ever hear. Then there's "Waterline", which evokes the spectre of Hurricane Katrina and its terrible aftermath; "Waterline" is also notable as one of two pieces on the album (the other is "Good Fashion") drawn from the forthcoming soundtrack of director Gavin O'Connor's Pride song: Sea Lion written by: Sage Francis album: A Healthy Distrust label: Epitaph Records ma. ma--look what i did, ma. look what i did to my hands. i broke 'em. you gave me the stone, gave me the chisel, didn't say how to hold 'em. didn't say to give away every piece of the puzzle 'til i was left with nothin' but i took it upon myself to crush it up and distribute the dust. get in the bus. hop in the van. jump in the water. crawl to the land. build another castle out of the sand. break it down and then get into the saddle again. i'm going city to city--i'm already lost. tell the boss who is new in town. i'mma ride this horse 'til it bucks me off and i'm forced to shoot it down. i'mma take him out for some gasoline. i'mma trade this cow for some magic beans. i'mma make mom proud of the deals that i made 'cause i'm just a modern day johnny appleseed. but i'm glad that i never passed the genes and i never put down the axe. piano man got a checkered dance floor to grace and a painful look on his face. 'cause the crowd is packed and the louder they clap the less he is able to make the connection between what he sees when he heres certain notes and the hurt that is shown in his facial expression. i don't need your go ahead to go ahead. no, i know no one said it was gonna be easy, but sweet jesus, who wants to sleep with me? way too many moves to learn. but not enough people to put 'em on. look it, mom! no hands. i built this suit of armor with wooden arms. |
24.09.2007., ponedjeljak
WARNING!! explicit lyrics
pa pička van materina pobit ću vas sve majke mi,ako doznan ko mi je ovo napravia ubit ću ga glavu ću mu otkinit,ajmeeeeeeee    bolje je nek mi se status popravi il ce bit mrtvih...ko me optuzia da spamam sad nemogu nikome nista komentirat...popravite to!!!il ce bit svasta |
21.09.2007., petak
...zagreb ima ''najjaću'' scenu...
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i kako je sve to počelo...prva petorka...sad ovo šta je...e da usput da kažen sad će izać mixtape prva petorka,valjda znate koji su to...koštat će 30 kn...sad da se vratimo...dakle scena izgleda danas kako izgleda i to sve zahvaljujući prvoj petorki,dali se ikad zapitate kakva bi scena bila da oni to nisu počeli??al nea veze to sad nije bitno,bitna je ova današnja bahata mularija koja nema rispekta prima nikom i ničem...skuliraj se dite...koji beefovi koji dissevi,jbt nije ovo amerika pa da ima 300 repera po svakom selu/gradu/naselju...i ovo malo šta nas ima je u svađi svak sa svakin i to iz nekih gluparija,al nea veze izgubia san misao i zaboravia reć šta san tia pa san reka samo ovo,ajte cujemo se...peace out eo jedna strava stvar |
12.09.2007., srijeda
...derem se i razglasavam na sva zvona da za mene je vazna samo ona...
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kasna je ura dosadno,pa se evo javljan...ljudi sta spavate,nebi da morate u skolu sutra...haha...moji na ex pa ja nean nastave...e da ne zaboravin u subotu u gothama hip-hop party...ajd ljudi cujemo se spavajte |
09.09.2007., nedjelja
"One More Road To Cross" i "Party Up"
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"One More Road To Cross" [DMX] Uhh.. this is life (this is life) This is what I know (this what I know) So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life) Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) One more road to cross One more risk to take Gotta live my life like there's one more move to make [DMX] I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there," but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by Just make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mine Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North and you out a week later? That's bullshit! I bust off, I need this dough Fuck you think I'm here for my health? I need this wealth, because I feed myself You play with my life, when you play with my money Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny Chorus [DMX] Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask for the dough they know that we takin all three bags Now see that? You gotta hear em shoot that nigga Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga Hardhead motherfuckers always get it I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans Couldn't control what was in his hands I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of there Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there Chorus [DMX] Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs Somethin little becomes somethin major Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt? I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten? I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin FUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head Chorus 2X Party up Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*} "For My Dogs" |
06.09.2007., četvrtak
alter ego jam - trogir
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šta reć pogledajte video...to je sve...samo san to ima postat i to san i posta...peace kome se nesviđa ovaj video nek slobodno odjebe il nek sam odradi bolje pa da nek onda sere |
