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my favorite ladies

July 28th, 2011 Comments off

Doom – My Favorite Ladies
from the Live From Planet X album (2005)

lyrics:

Mary, you make me wanna eat you
Everytime I see you, it’s like the first time I meet you
Frangrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too
Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through
Like my genie in a bottle
Miss could get me rich like a magaziney model
Before you know it, he have her on a stroll
Fresh and ripe, perplexin like Acapulco Gold
If I had to guess, just right, not a day old
Like a cradle robber, copped her off, shop a trailer-load
Know the right number, you can get her
And hit while you would’ve sold to the highest bidder like
Fruits and berries, bring daddy loot in a hurry
Just be cute and don’t worry
Type to make a nigga hallucinate and admit it
Then she started losing weight, lettin everybody hit it
I like Ally, sometimes she gets bitter
Always kept me happy, never had a problem with her
She used to let me use her, back when I was looser
Respect her to this day, and never did abuse her
I told her I’ll be faithful, but she don’t believe me
I probably coulda been, if I never meet Eevee
She make me feel all fuzzy inside, it’s loco
You won’t get nowheres near her if you’re broke though
Kept a shorty, can’t find ’em much thinnner
If caught I get mad time just for touchin her
Knock wood, so much for hymens
So fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds
Little young thing, she likes to do the tounge thing
At times, she would play hard to get, grunting
Or something, she made me feel like the number one king
Run into her now, and we still catch a fun fling
Met her at Central Park this one time
Had the God mentally sparked, reflectin sunshine
She said, you need to stop messin wit that white girl
She fuckin wit ya head and got ya heart in tight curl
We messed around once or twice, but she don’t know me
She helped me get money at the dutch price OT
Plus she from Columbia, so she really Spanish
Cookie known to make a cat bank account vanish
And Miss Hazy, all the women mature black
Everytime she sees me, I end up gettin pulled back
All she want me to do is blaze it crazy
The only one complaint is, she make me too lazy
Sugar-mommy laced me with the butter navy Avi
Just her way to makeup for the headaches that she gave me
It’s all gravy, when I’m done getting my mack on
Ally is always there to help me get back on

westcoast poplock

July 25th, 2011 Comments off

a poplockin’ classic:

Ronnie Hudson & The Street People – Westcoast Poplock

lyrics:

Now wait a minute
California knows how to party (x2)
In the city, of L.A.
In the city, of good old Watts.
In the city, city of Compton (???)
There Poplock (???)
WOOOO
Poplocking in Rolls-Royces, Cadillac, Lincoln and Mercedes Bens
Poplocking in Howard Johnson, Sheraton (???)
Poplocking at the Holiday Inn
Poplocking in Hollywood, it’s understood
While listening to the Mac
Poplocking at Broadway, everyday
To the Preachers
So rough, so tough, out here baby
So rough, so tough, out here
California knows how to party (x2)
In the city, of L.A.
In the city, a girl wants! (???)
In the city, of good old Watts.
There Poplock
Dance, dance disco style
It’s all on the West Coast
Living good and playing hard
Cruising the Boulevard
Leaning and feeling (???)
And you won’t be dreaming
That’s what it’s all about
So rough, so tough, out here baby (x4)
WOOOO
Lock it up baby
WOOOO, YA
Lock them shoulders
Lock them arms
Now lock that neck
Just raise those fingers in the air
I swear it’s getting mighty funky out there
There’s a party over here
There’s a party over there
Can’t get it right on cuz
Playboys
That’s cool, clean and man
Can’t get it right on cuz
Right on
So rough, so tough, out here baby
So rough, so tough, out here
California knows how to party (x2)
In the city, of L.A.
In the city, of good old Watts.
In the city, city of Compton (???)
WOOO
There Poplock
Poplocking in Rolls-Royces, Cadillac, Lincoln and Mercedes Bens
Poplocking in Howard Johnson, Sheraton (???)
Poplocking at the Holiday Inn
Poplocking in Hollywood, it’s understood
While listening to the Mac
Poplocking at Broadway, everyday
To the Preachers
So rough, so tough, out here baby
So rough, so tough, out here
California knows how to party (x2)
In the city, of L.A.
In the city, of good old Watts.
In the city, city of Compton (???)
WOOO
There Poplock
Dance, dance disco style
It’s all on the West Coast
Living good and playing hard
Cruising the Boulevard
Leaning and feeling (???)
And you won’t be dreaming
That’s what it’s all about
So rough, so tough, out here baby (x3)
Shake your booty and bust your soul
Get up, Get Up
Shake your booty and bust your soul
Get up, Get Up
Shake your booty and bust your soul
Get up, Get Up
Make you wannna scream, Make you wanna scream
Shake your booty and bust your soul
Get up, Get Up
Make you wannna scream, Make you wanna scream
Shake your booty and bust your soul
Get up, Get Up
Make you wannna scream, Make you wanna scream
Shake your booty and bust your soul
Get up, Get Up
Make you wannna scream, Make you wanna scream

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funk rock disco 45s

July 23rd, 2011 Comments off

atomic dog

July 21st, 2011 Comments off

George Clinton “Atomic Dog”

the video

song infos — https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Atomic_Dog

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jackin’ for beats

July 17th, 2011 Comments off

http://youtu.be/0vsLcNJdF9k

Kill at Will is a seven track EP, released by Ice Cube in 1990. It was released soon after AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted, and capitalized off Cube’s newfound solo success. The EP quickly shipped Gold in sales, a first for a hip hop EP, and a year later, had sold over a million copies. It featured a remix of “Endangered Species”, featuring a brand new verse from Public Enemy’s Chuck D. Kill at Will is considered by Ice Cube fans to be among his best works, and original vinyl pressings are still highly sought after.

Kill at Will contains two of Ice Cube’s most famous tracks, the rambunctious “Jackin’ for Beats”, and the soulful ode “Dead Homiez”. “Dead Homiez” was Cube’s second solo single/music video. The song deals with the violence, death, and social problems of the inner city ghettos and is essentially a dedication to all those killed through urban violence. The song was praised later on by countless rap artists and critics, and is one of the first hip hop songs to deal with the pain and loss suffered specifically by the families of black men lost to black on black violence.

“Jackin’ for Beats”, likewise, began the popular trend of an MC rapping over the various instrumentals of popular beats, which rotate during the course of one song. The song and its sentiment is an excellent example of plunderphonics.

The EP was remastered and added to the re-release of the AmeriKKKa’s Most Wanted album in 2003.

Jackin’ For Beats – lyrics:

[Intro:]

Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up
Whassup nigga?
Get over there… shit
Ya lil punk ass nigga
C’mere, c’mere, c’mere boy
God damnit you stop that shit now
Take him to jail and get him the hell from in front of this house
Now wait a minute, wait a minute, hey man
Whassup?
Wait a minute?
There are police, go!

[Verse One:]

Give me that beat fool, it’s a full time jack move
Chilly Chill, yo homie mack the track move
And I’ll jack any Tom, Dick and Hank
That’s the name of the SUCKERS I done ganked
I get away from a copper
Drop a dime, I’ll break you off somethin proper
With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B
T-Bone and that’s J.D.
And here’s how we’ll greet ya
Stop fool, come off that beat ya
feel dumb cause you’re caught in the dark
(ya lil nuttin ass mark)
Raise up, cause you cant’ have it back
You said – “I ain’t never got gaffled like that”
Off the end of the gat you choke
Short Dog’s in the house – “Whattup loc?”
Nuttin but a come up
Gimme that bass, and don’t try to run up
Cause you’ll get banked somethin sweet
Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats

[Verse Two:]

Huh, and even if you’re down with my crew
(Yo Chuck man, i dodn’t understand this man
You got to slow down)
I jack them too
And then we’ll freak it
Kick that bass, and look what we did
Fade the grade, played, and made a few mil
and I keep stealin
Ice Cube’ll make it funky
But right about now – *let’s get up in the hump*
But I don’t party and shake my butt
I leave that to the brothers with the funny haircurs
And it’ll drive you nuts
Steal your beat, and give it that gangsta touch
Like jackin at night
Say hi to the three fifty-seven I’m packin
And it sounds so sweet
Ice Cube and the Lench Mob, is jackin for beats

[Verse Three:]

Ice Cube, will take a funky beat and reshape it
Locate a dope break, and then I break it
And give it that gangsta lean
Dead in your face as I turn up the bass
I make punk suckers run and duck because
I don’t try to hide cause you know that I love to
jack a fool for his beat and then I’m Audi
So when I come to your town don’t crowd me
Cause I know, you’re gonna wanna kick it with me
But I know, none of y’all can get with me
So you think you’re protected
Well you are til you put a funky beat on a record
Then I have to show and prove and use your groove
Cause suckers can’t fade the Cube
And if I jack you and you keep comin
I’ll have you marks a 100 Miles and Running!

(stop stop stop stop stop!
sa-prize, niggaz)

living in America

July 13th, 2011 Comments off

James Brown “Living In America” (7″ – 45 rpm)

lyrics:

Ow! Knock me out!
Super highways, coast to coast, easy to get anywhere
On the transcontinental overload, just slide behind the wheel
How does it feel
When there’s no destination – that’s too far
And somewhere on the way, you might find out who you are
Chorus:
Living in America – eye to eye, station to station
Living in America – hand to hand, across the nation
Living in America – got to have a celebration
Rock my soul
Smokestack, fatback, many miles of railroad track
All night radio, keep on runnin’ through your rock ‘n’ roll soul
All night diners keep you awake, hey, on black coffee and a hard roll
You might have to walk the fine line, you might take the hard line
But everybody’s working overtime
(chorus)
I live in America, help me out, but I live in America, wait a minute
You might not be looking for the promised land, but you might find it anyway
Under one of those old familiar names
Like New Orleans (New Orleans), Detroit City (Detroit City),
Dallas (Dallas) Pittsburg P.A. (Pittsburg P.A.), New York City (New York City)
Kansas City (Kansas City), Atlanta (Atlanta), Chicago and L.A.
Living in America – hit me – living in America – yeah, I walk in and out
Living in America
I live in America – state lines, gonna make the prime, that
I live in America – hey, I know what it means, I
Living in America – hit me, I said now, eye to eye, station to station
Living in America – so nice, with your bad self
Living in America – I feel good!

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James Brown gave me soul power when i shook his hand (article by Pete Rock) — http://mycolumbuspower.com/its-all-black-music/theurbandaily/pete-rock-james-brown-gave-me-soul-power-when-i-shook-his-hand%E2%80%9Dexclusive/

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The Daydream Sound videos

July 11th, 2011 Comments off
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spirit of ’76

July 9th, 2011 Comments off

from the album Dubadelic. 2000: a bass odyssey

http://youtu.be/e3i6vCuGB9o

liner notes:

2000: A BASS ODYSSEY

IT ALL BEGAN IN THE LAND OF THE BABOON, WITH PLANTY OF FRESH FRUIT AND FUCKING. WHERE THE FUNGUS GREW, THE BABOON, THE ORIGINATOR, CHEWED UPON IT AND CREATED ALMIGHTY FUNK UNDER THE SUN.
LIFE OF THE BABOON WAS ACCOMODATED WITH DANGER  AS WELL AS PLEASURE, FOR THE STRONGEST FEASTED UPON THE BODY OF HIS PREY. WHEN A GANG OF BABOONS STARTED WORKING FOR NO CAUSE BUT THEIR OWN COMFORT, THE BABOON BECAME HIS OWN GOD AND WORSHIPPER.
ON THE OTHER SIDE, ON THE TOP OF A HILL STOOD A TEMPLE OF SMOKE, WHERE A  BABOON WAS INITIATED, TRASFORMING UPON THE SMOKE INTO MONKEY MODE. HERE, HE EVOLVED FROM HIS PRIMATE FORM TO A  PRIMORDIAL CONDITION. WHERE THE SMOKE IS THE ONLY PATH TO FOLLOW, HE WANDERED INTO THE PLACE WHERE EVERYTHING IS NOTHING, AND NOTHING IS EVERYTHING.
NOT ACCEPTING THE BABOON AS THE FATHER OF LAND, AND LONGING TO FIND HIS OWN ORIGINATOR, THE MONKEY BEGAN HIS QUEST ALONG A ROAD PAVED WITH ILLUSIONS. HE CAME UPON THE TREE WHICH BORE THE APPLE, WHOSE SEEDS GAVE BIRTH TO GOOD AND EVIL. BUT HE CHOOSE INSTEAD THE FUNGUS, WHICH SPROUTED AT THE BASE OF THE TREE.
FAR, FAR AWAY, THE CITY OF MAN WAS BUILT BY ANOTHER WHO WORSHIPPED HIS OWN IMAGE, AND VIEWED CREATION AS HIS OWN. MAN’S SENSE OF TERRITORY WAS DEFINED BY A STRUCTURE CALLED THE WALL. SINCE HE HAD THE RIGHT TO HIS OWN SECURITY AS SET FORTH IN HIS LAWS, HE DEVELOPED A FORCE WHICH CALLED UPON THIS LAW, AND THIS LAW WAS CARVED INTO THE APPLE TREE FOR TO BEAR WITNESS. THE APPLE, WHICH HIS ANCESTORS HAD EATEN, CARRIED THE SUFFERING OF EXISTENCE -IMPLANTED IN THE STOMACH- AND IT WAS PASSED ON TO EACH NEWBORN THROUGH THE NAVEL.
THE MONKEY CAMEUPON THE CITY OF MAN, VIEWING IT FROM A HILL. AS THE CITY HAD PLENTY OF SMOKE, HE SEARCHEDFOR THE SOURCE OF THE FIRE. WHEN DARKNESS FELL, HE ENTERED THE CITY TO OBSERVE, BUT MOVING THROUGH STREETS AND ALLEYS, HE FOUND ONLY EMPTINESS. DISAPPOINTED THE MONKEY RETURNS TO THE HILL.
THE NEXT DAY, WHILE THE CHILDREN PLAYED IN THE STREETS, THEY ENCOUNTERED THE VISITOR’S FOOTPRINTS AND A PILE OF DUNG WHICH SPROUTED THE FUNGUS. THIS CREATED GREAT FEAR IN THE CITY. THE MEN GATHERED A FORCE TO HUNT DOWN THE INTRUDER, BUT ALREADY THE CHILDREN, WHO HAD EATEN THE FUNGUS, STARTED CHANGING FORM. AS THE ILLNESS STARTED SPREADING AMONG THE CHILDREN, A PANIC STARTED. SO THE CITY CALLED UPON ITS FORCE, ONCE AGAIN, TO GATHER ALL THE AFFLICTED AND EXILE THEM AS MOTHERS WEPT.
ON THE OTHER SIDE, IN THE LAND OF THE BABOON, THE FESTIVITIES CONTINUED UNTIL THEY CONSUMED EVERYTHING AROUND THEM -EVEN THE LAST LEAF OF THE TREE. SO IN ORDER TO SURVIVE THEY STARTED EATING THEIR WEAKEST MEMBERS.
BUT THE CHILDREN KNOWING THAT TIME WAS SHORT, ESCAPED INTO THE VAST NOTHINGNESS WHERE THEY MET THE OTHER OUTCASTS. AND THAT’S WHEN THE REAL SHIT BEGAN…

info — http://www.wordsound.com/catalog/WSCD007.html

download full album here – http://www.mediafire.com/?ikgslynnmwg

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The mystery of Bill Laswell

July 9th, 2011 Comments off

A Dutch TvProgram Loladamusica did an interview with Laswell. Other musicians talking about Laswell: Liu Sola, DXT, Nicky Skopelitis.
Talking about:
Rockit – Hancock, Bootsy, Pharaoh Sanders and mainstream music.
Showing around Las’s studio by DXT and Laswell’s Bass collection.
Some shots of Praxis, with Buckethead, Brain, DXT.
Axiom
I think around 1995-1996, because DXT is talking about a new project Altered Beats.

Cypress Hill + Public Enemy + House Of Pain @ Arena Civica Milano

July 8th, 2011 Comments off

news@milanox.eu, eventi@milanox.eu

Cypress Hill – Public Enemy – Arena Civica – Milano

luglio 12th, 2011  |  by Dante Published in evento, la semana

MARTEDI’ 12 LUGLIO, ore 18.00, Arena Civica, viale Byron 2, Milano.

Per gli amanti dell’ e del groove il 12 luglio sarà l’unica occasione per assistere a un concerto indimenticabile in cui si alterneranno sul palco le formazioni americane più importanti e influenti del panorama . Saranno quattro band in tutto, di cui uno special guest italiano in apertura.

Le leggende del vero rap made in USA, quello che è nato negli anni Novanta nei ghetti della East & West Coast, stanno arrivando nel nostro paese per una serata che entrerà nelle pagine degli eventi musicali estivi del 2011!

Cypress Hill
+
Public Enemy
+
House Of Pain
+
special guests

12 luglio Milano, Arena Civica

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Public Enemy


Cypress Hill


House Of Pain