stasera un bel po’ di cose in giro per i club a Firenze…
Foreign Beggars live @ Viper Theater — http://www.viperclub.eu/node/1141
Jeff Mills @ Tenax — http://www.tenax.org/#
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info
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeff_Mills
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Foreign_Beggars
stasera, venerdí 14 gennaio 2011, al Cargo in via dell’Erta Canina (davanti al ristorante la Beppa)
King Bleso aka Gopher D + Overknights
Venerdì 14 Gennaio 2011
Cargo – Via dell’Erta Canina 12/r (Firenze) h 23.00
Torna a Firenze Funky Gopher… aka King Bleso…rigorosamente in formato 45 giri… in compagnia degli Overknights!!
GOPHER D aka KING BLESO
Dietro King Bleso c’è Gopher Wastasi, ossia Dario Troso (1971). Conosciuto dai più semplicemente come Gopher, l’artista salentino ha mosso i suoi primi passi musicali sulla scena punk degli anni ’80. Negli anni ’90 è stato uno dei membri fondatori prima dell’Isola Posse All Stars, gruppo seminale del rap in italiano, poi dei Sangue Misto, il nome di culto per eccellenza dell’hip hop di queste parti. Di seguito, richiami di sangue (e dialetto) lo hanno condotto naturalmente nei Sud Sound System, di cui ha fatto parte tra il 1995 e il 1998. Negli ultimi anni inoltre ha collaborato a più riprese con la Fluid Video Crew tra l’altro firmando coi Brutopop la colonna sonora di Italian Sud-Est (2003), lungometraggio selezionato al 60° Festival di Arte Cinematografica di Venezia. Ma il nuovo capitolo di questo variegato iter artistico raccoglie l’eredità diretta del suo predecessore: King Bleso, dopo aver esordito nel 2008 con il dub-jazz di Echo Of Blue, si ripresenta infatti rilanciando appieno lo spirito funk di Unto Ke (altro alias di Gopher, usato dal 2004 al 2006) ma col valore aggiunto dei Voodoo Soul Unlimited, un combo di musicisti chiamati a raccolta per l’occasione.
Al Cargo King Bleso si presenta col suo set funk contaminato da interventi punk e surf rigorosamente vinilico a 45 giri!
http://www.myspace.com/wastasi
OVERKNIGHTS
Overknights é un contenitore di dj’s, produttori, scratchers, mc’s ed un disegnatore con base a Firenze.
La mescolanza di stili e le affinitá di gusto contraddistinguono questo gruppo costituito da ben dieci persone provenienti dagli ambiti e generi piú disparati di formazione musicale, come l’hip hop, il punk, il jazz, la techno e l’elettronica in molte delle sue forme.
Il sound é necessariamente e volutamente eterogeneo in una ricerca sonora che si esprime nella valorizzazione sia delle produzioni individuali che del frutto delle diverse collaborazioni interne.
Il risultato è un misto tra hip hop, funk, skwee.
Tutte le produzioni sono ascoltabili e/o direttamente scaricabili da:
http://overknights.blogspot.com/
http://overknights.bandcamp.com/
Fly Girls’ Rap THX mix
female MCs joints
stereo mp3 192 kbps – 106 mb
total running time: 1 hr 16 min 52 sec
featuring:
Queen Latifah, Yo-Yo, Grip, Roxanne Shante, the Yeastie Girls, Paula Perry, Kelis, Georgia Anne Muldrow, Candice Anderson, Salt-N-Pepa, Universal 2, Alea, the Jamaica Girls, Andreya Triana, Princess Superstar, Angelika, Stacy Epps, Queen Tahera Earth, Christina Carter, Zap Mama
vinyl records only
dedicated to all the ladies with love
Peace!
another service provided by Your Friendly Neighborhood THX 1138…
Queen Latifah
The Black’n’Decker podcast
stereo mp3 192 kbps
total running time 1 hr 10 min 44 sec
compiled and mixed by THX using strictly original vintage rap vinyl records from The Golden Era Of Rap (no recent reissues)
featuring many rap superstars from the 80s and 90s… guess who?!
a dedication 2: Kate, Wave, Weis, Edua, Ken, Orlando, Adam, Alain, Sandy, Marty, Sere, Maya, Davide, Vortex, Eleonora, WJM, Zazie, Mat, Jimmy, Checca and all the babies
One Love
Jeru The Damaja “Revenge Of The Prophet (part 5)”
from the album Wrath Of The Math produced by DJ Premier
lyrics
Intro:
>Well Prophet
>It seems like you’re in a bit of a jam
>I hope you can unstick yourself Oh
>And what you did to my wife
>It was nothing I have others
>hahahahahaha
>The Saga Continues……Verse 1
It’s been awhile since I escaped the library
fightin ignorance everyday its gettin weary
when I think I got him
he pulls a slip on me
and theres so many soldiers
in his fiendous ass army
One of the fiercest, is this nigga named Tricknology
the last time we met, he got the drop on me
shit happens so fast he even got some of my family
blasted my way up out the building
when I catch him Im gon kill him
track him uptown, where I hear he’s lyin to children
1-2-5th’s the stop, go outside I hear gunshots
run up the block
Greedy Lou’s dead infront of the materialistic crack spot
Trick’s yellin out this is my block
I would’ve hit him, but I didn’t have a clear shot
an innocent bystander might get popped
Damn….a small thang cuz the prophet still cant be stoppedWhat…thats right, this is my motherfuckin life
Trick-nol-ogy, you know what Im sayin
you know me, you can’t front on me….Verse 2
Im in a fucked up position
but if he squeezes again, Im gon lift em
a few seconds later now here comes the siren
oh shit its the pork chop patrol
their on Ignorance’s payroll
and they only came to hold…
Tricknolog down, scoup Greedy Lou off the ground
throw him in the back of a truck
one yells ‘What the fuck nigga ya lookin at?
now get the fuck outta here’
then I get that feeling that I feel when danger is in the air
then out of nowhere one yells the Prophets over there
immediatly following mad led is in the air
picture all posted up like they knew I’d be here
I’d go for what I know
but shit there everywhere
through in the back and forth my gun gets lost
but I managed to get one high powered thought off
I split 6 pigs that got sawed off
as their bodies break south I proceed to break north
now shit is lookin dim and you’d think all maybe lost
but the Prophet won’t go out at any cost
You can’t never stop the prophet….>Unit’s 1 & 2, Unit’s 1 & 2 the prophet has been sighted
>if you see him kill himcan’t a damn thing stop me
Verse 3
I head toward the train station
my force did stop most of the ammunition
still I need medical attention
but Im not bitchin ,gettin Ignorance is my mission
all of a sudden Greedy Lou comes creepin
around the corner talkin bout..Prophet your a gonna
We knew you followed Trick uptown because you wanna
get rid of Ignorance but that dont make no sense
He runs the world I know this from experience
Why don’t you come & work wit us
you’ll see the boss’ game is nice
that night…Greedy Lou died twice
Now I’m wanted, pork chop patrol has a warrant
but that still can’t stop the Prophet>Here ye, here ye the court of Ignborance is now in session
>we, judge and the jury find the Prophet
>guilty in the murder of Greedy Lou
>one of our close personal homeboys
>so for that the sentence is death
>when you find him execute him>hahahahahaha
>The Saga Continues……
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xcxcn2_ice-t-lifestyles-of-the-rich-and-in_music
Ice-T “Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous”
from the album “O.G. Original Gangster”
It’s eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets
Get fly crash the limo back seats
Lookin’ in the faces
Of some ladies that I never met
On the interview tip, no sweat
They ask me questions
I throw the words back
They say they write facts
I know that’s bull crap
They’re kickin’ drama
But then drama’s my middle name
That’s the price ya pay for big fame
The cellular phone rings
Don’t wanna pick it up
But it’s my J.O.B. I gotta kick it up
Another damn reporter
On the line with a word quiz
I gotta show cause I’m livin’ with the showbiz.
Out the limo, to the plane
In the pourin’ rain
I hate flyin’
But there’s no time for slow trains
another show to do
I gotta catch my crew
They left last night
In the bus around two
The plane’s a small one
No fun at all
Bouncin’ round the air
Like a tennis ball
When it touches down
I wanna kiss the ground
But it’s time to wreck a new town
Get to the arena, meet up with the crew
They tell me all the speakers blew
The cordless don’t work
Sound man’s a jerk
Somebody’s gonna get hurt
I’m crazy mad
But my fans want autographs
I turn my angry frowns
Into fake laughs
I can’t be rude
Cause they wouldn’t understand
I ain’t human no more, I’m a supermanCHORUS
You can try
But you’ll never understand this
You can try
But you’ll never understand this
You can try
But you’ll never understand this
The lifestyles of the rich a and infamousFour hours till show time oh well
I might as well check in the hotel
Get a little rest
Before it’s time to play
Ten brothers standin’ in the hallway
All with demo tapes
They need the hook up
They heard that I was
The one to look up
I can’t ditch ’em
Cause they already saw me
I’ll put my head down
Maybe they’ll ignore me
No chance “Ice what’s goin’ on?”
I listened to twenty-five songs
And after that
The brothers still wouldn’t leave
They started lookin’ at my T.V.
I was gonna break down
If they didn’t jet soon
Snuck across the hall
And crashed in E’s room
But then this freak came in
Thought I was E
Straddled her legs across me
Ripped off her blouse
Pushed her breast against my face
Started girating her waist. Sounds fly,
Like a hype sex thriller?
But see she looked like Godzilla
Pushed her off me
Home girl hit the floor
This is what it’s like on tour
I hit the hallway it was crawlin’ thick
“Could we take this picture real quick?”
Jumped into a pose
That I used a million times before
Took pictures
With the whole damn floor
I couldn’t say no not to my fans
You see they wouldn’t understandCHORUS
Now it’s show time, time to flow time
Evil lost the records
But we still gotta go time
The house is packed
Everybody’s on their feet
So I say, “Throw on Rakim’s beat.”
E hits the fader and the crowd is lit
I start bustin’ off some new shit
The stage is so smokey
That I almost fall off, I start inhalin’ it
I’m tryin’ not to cough
I’m catchin’ problems from every angle
The mic cords are tangled
I try to flow smooth
But my words are mangled
Damn near slipped and broke my ankle
If that ain’t enough
The police are hawkin’
Listenin’ real close
To the words I’m talkin’
They wanna put a brother like me
In the back seat
Just because I curse the beat
They wanna tap my phone
Wanna keep my crib bugged
Call all my homies
Felonist street thugs
You might say
I think this lifestyle sucks?
I wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks
Although it’s all
Not glamour and gleam
It’s still my dreamCHORUS
from the Ice-T “OG: The Original Gangster Video” (1991), song: Fried Chicken
Ice-T “Fried Chicken”
from the album “O.G. Original Gangster”
Off to the studio late night
Time to cut another track
It’s gotta be hype
Got my rhyme book in hand
A blue loose leaf
Anybody move on that
They get loose teeth
Evil’s got the funky beat
A stupid dope loop
But the record’s kind of old!
(What we gonna do troop?)
We gotta clean it up
Cause it’s so dope
Tried the rubbing alcohol
Even the Ivory soap
But no matter what we do
The record keeps clickin’
FUCK IT!
Evil E, give me some of that Damn fried chicken!
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source: http://www.ohhla.com/anonymous/ice_t/og/chicken.ict.txt
“Can You Find The Level Of Difficulty In This?”
FREESTYLE FELLOWSHIP
produced: OMID
EP: Shockadoom
link:
Gang Starr
R.I.P. Keith Elam
Born July 17, 1962; Died Apr. 19, 2010
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ud2gJVMyHkU
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source: http://www.ohhla.com/
Artist: GangStarr
Album: Moment of Truth
Song: New York Strait Talk
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
“From New York straight talk, America’s best” (3X)
“Yo I’m not new to this I’m true to this” -> Apocalipse
“Word up!”
“From New York straight talk… America’s best”[Guru]
Yo, it doesn’t make sense, for you to compete against
this New York vibe that gets your whole body tense
Calm down, listen to a brother who knows
Cause the rappers out here come up with mad different types of flows
Switch-up, change-up, yo pull the range up
so we can build on this shit, for real that’s how we came up
Used to ride the subway trains back and forth
Now I push an E-Class, four-two-zero of course
Still material gains, make one more aware
of all the madness and the civil unrest that’s out here
I doubt there, is anyplace more complex
You can get lost in the sauce, New York’ll have you vexed
Who’s next to get served, herbs’ll get knocked off
Burning flammable rappers, is how I get my rocks off
I pop your top off as if you were the bottle
then I’ll drain all your fluid, you’re better off playing lotto
Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways
New York we get the money all day everyday“From New York straight talk, America’s best”
“Yo I’m not new to this I’m true to this” -> Apocalipse
“Word up!”
“From New York straight talk… America’s best”[Guru]
True if you can make it out here, you can make it anywhere
That means a lot of rappers, they should stay away from here
cause we still care, about the total artform
Niggaz could sell more records but they still can’t flip a live forum
Plus everybody out here ain’t talkin true shit either
Mad niggaz is fakin jacks, I don’t like them neither
But the competition keeps me on point
that’s why I lamp in the studio composin fresh new joints
from the streets, Medina, Manhattan, Staten, P-Lawn
The struggle continues, everybody wants to be on
The rat race, makes this lifestyle fast paced
I’ve loved it since the days of fat shoelace
Screwface me all you want, but I’m used to it
I’ll never give up rep in New York, I’m true to it
From forty-deuce to Queens, back to East New Yi
We takin no shorts, and plus we showin no pity
Bright lights, big city and the dark alleyways
New York, we get the money all day everyday“From New York… straight talk…”
“Yo.. I’m.. not.. new.. to.. this”
“America’s best” “Word up!”
“From New York straight talk, America’s best”
“Yo I’m not new to this I’m true to this” -> Apocalipse
“Word up!”
“From New York straight talk… America’s best”[Guru]
You get bent up, sent up creek, without a paddle
You wanna battle? Well I live in New York
so think twice blink twice now your Roley and Lincoln’s gone
Don’t come into this rap game if you don’t belong
You won’t be on but for a minute anyway
You’re just a scavenger, you don’t live this life everyday
Rap is regional, so you can check the demographics
Everybody represent where they live, cause shit is drastic
confusion, while I’m givin rappers contusions
And people don’t realize that real hip-hop is losing
They wanna shut us down, and I say, “Shut up clown!”
Cause New York is too corrupt and too tough to lay down
and just quit, cause MC’s out here kick serious lyrics
And I come to you, with my infinite spirit
Not takin nothin from your hood or your set
But GangStarr could be a threat, in New York we rep
That’s where it comes from, that’s why you’re feelin it
So why supress it, I’d rather be revealin it
Bright lights, big city and dark alleyways
New York we get the money all day everyday“From New York straight talk… America’s best”
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RIP GURU BLENDS mixed by DFace DXA 2010 — http://www.bluntedastronaut.com/2010/11/22/dxa-records-presents-r-i-p-guru-blends/
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Ronnie Jordan meets DJ Krush feat. Guru “Season For Change (Dawn Of The Season Mix)”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZ7hoUAER6k
[Verse 1: Guru]
Rotten scum has found its way to power
Time to protect projects, check the hour
I’m fed worse than just angry
Ready for action, baby
Not gettin’ lazy, not goin’ crazy
Cause I’ma make something happen
Not when just a member when I’m rappin’
For real, and it’s amazing to me
How suckas be hopelessly fakin’ to be
Somebody on-point and influential
Yet they got no talent and never had no potential
Cause they lack the bear essential
Strength of the mental, the soulful vocals
Crushing all you ugly oculs
People try to rate me like I’m the pulse
But then they find that I’m the most
Too complex when I’m vexed
And right about now I’ma wreck your game
Yeah, this is the season for a change[Hook x2: Guru]
This is the season, this is the season
This is the season, for a change[Verse 2: Guru]
And if this is offensive than take it personal
You start to squint from my lines and so I’m hurtin’ you
But I ain’t on no mission to be wishin’ you no bad luck
I put you down, so you know what’s up
You need to change your perspective
Peep the rhyme, that’s corrective, selective
To speak facts that’s my objective
I mess with a little bit of this flow and that if
And then the little bit start to sound fat, and
S-M-double-O-T-H
Believe me, the feeling yo it’s worth to wait
But I still can’t stand those, who try to front
Because they soft as butter rolls
A kid gets a gun, he feels he needs one
Either he shoots one or else he gets done
And what’s the purpose of this tragic outcome
It’s always easier to shift the blame
But ehm this is the season for a change[Hook x3]
[Verse 3: Guru]
You cosmetic freak your style is weak and cornballed
And even worse when you speak
I put a lid on it and sit on it a bit
Don’t even do it to yourself
Just be glad you got your health
Cut the bull, stop the nonsense
You’re tryin’ to get props under false pretense
But I came just to wreck ya game
This is the season for a change[Hook x4]
Ultimo (nel senso cronologico, ma anche nel senso di finale, stando alle sue dichiarazioni) album di rap prodotto dal leggendario DJ Gruff.
Enjoy!
DJ Gruff website — http://www.gruff.it/