writers connection

Showbiz & A.G. – Soul Clap
1992, Mercury Records

lyrics:

Just clap your hands to the beatbox (4x)

Verse one (A.G.)
The giant is greater,
So step back i know you were told black,
About the soul clap and i’ma keep climbin g with beats that’s fat,
Cause that’s Showbiz and Diamond D
Don’t believe all the heresay
Cause i’ma get the airplay while the fans say yeah ’Dre!
And I’m on the lyrical tip
For you to whip the giant,
That’ll be a miracle whip
So everybody crowd around
And let’s all get down, to the soul clap sound
So pump your fist, here we go
Showbiz & A.G. so act like you know
A combination of the new and the old rap
Me Showbiz and Diamond D yeah we got the soul clap

Just clap your hands to the beatbox (4x)

Aiyyo, can I get a soul clap?
C’mon!can I get a soul clap?
C’mon!i said can I get a soul clap?
C’mon!can I get a soul clap?
C’mon! c’mon!

Verse two (A.G.)
I love hip-hop, not rock and roll
Yeah I’m a giant, and I got lots of soul
I’ve been a giant since I was a kid
They always thought I was big from the damage that I did
I roll up rappers like a dt
And don’t worry yo, because the brothers can’t see me
Light-skinned curly hair I keep dwellin
I don’t care about my hair, my records are sellin
A.G., my right hand man is Kay-Gee
Kenny Dope you know, Marley Marl is my little bro
Infinite he’s in effect
Big Ty is snappin necks, better yet he’s packin tecs
Yeah they sleep, they can’t quite tell
They know that I’m short, but do they know that
I fight well those who diss me, that’s ok
Because my jam is gonna slam and I don’t care what you say
A giant in the mental, yeah you know that
And I’m hangin with this new one and it’s called the soul clap

Just clap your hands to the beatbox (4x)
Aiy-aiyyo, can I get a soul clap?
C’mon!can I get a soul clap?
C’mon!i said, can I get a soul clap?
C’mon!can I get a soul clap?
C’mon! c’mon!

Verse three (A.G.)
I do work, at any God damn concert
And if you said that I didn’t, then I got jerked
You musta asked the wrong people
Cause when I make my stand every man knows that I’m lethal
Never back down, my crew’s in the background
I get hyped when Showbiz lays the tracks down
When I’m finished, you’ll say he’s the mack
Cause I’m raw and my God damn beats are fat
Yeah I’m a giant, that’s what you better say
You don’t believe me then go check my resume
I done killed more suckers than a world war
And even more, after a world tour
From state to state, sea to sea
On every continent,
I’m a g-i-a-n-t
I’m A.G. yeah the one you can’t hold back
You want your party to pump?
Then throw on the soul clap
C’mon!can I get a soul clap?
C’mon!i said can I get a soul clap?
C’mon!can I get a soul clap?
C’mon! c’mon!

Don’t forget your HISTORY, kids learn the BLUES. Toi Horn talks about why we must not forget the blues.

http://www.youtube.com/user/toihorn2

Toi Horn at the keyboards

—–

Let It Happen – Toi Horn

Wire tones, EQ and needle drumming and feedback theory

info — http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scratch_Perverts

Prime Cuts, Plus One and Tony Vegas at BUSC, April 2008

http://vimeo.com/31521253

Hip hop’s last enigma sits down on the Academy couch to break down the message behind the mask, rap beef behind his different personas, and why good things come to those who wait.

DOOM website — http://metalfacedoom.com/

thanks to the MPC forums friends for posting this vimeo link

The Gas Face is a song by 3rd Bass featuring Zev Love X

lyrics

[MC Serch]
Aiyyo man, my labelmate Don Newkirk
Man step to him

[Don Newkirk]
Thanks Serch!
And now… for the Prime Minister
Sinister.. Pete.. N-hi-hi-hi-hi-hi-hice!
Nice Nice Nice

[MC Serch]
Kick em in the grill Pete!

[Verse One: Pete Nice]

Gas, past tense, made facially
3rd Bass’ll express, KMD
Three blind mice on sight
Zev Lover, gave it the first light
A grin shows a trick up a sleeve (HUAHAH)
What a tangled web they weave
Deceivers, stupefied through fable
say Let’s Make a Deal at the dinner table
Put you on tour, put your record on wax (“Trust me!”)
Sign your life on the X
You eXit, X-off, but what you really get:
A box of Newports, and Puma sweats (“Damn!”)
Tex feeds and frowns upon Emus
To give up Gas Face he drinks from a Thermos
Sub Roc cut at you with a clipper
Gas Face given, I beg to differ

[MC Serch]
Pete that was real def man but I gotta get serious now
Aiyyo Don, step to em again

[Don Newkirk]
Everybody.. MC Serch!

[Verse Two: MC Serch]

Black cat is bad luck, bad guys wear black
Musta been a white guy who started all that
(Make the Gas Face!) For those little white lies
My expression to the mountainous blue eyes
Then form a face, and shake my skull cap
Dismiss the myth, that evil is not black
but opposite spectrum, this done by red man
with horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, “Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their hair can’t be nappy!”
Blonde and blue-eyed, or dark-skinned half a G
A disease, created by leprosy
Don’t speak of bleach, bend them to right
Say, “It was night WAY before the light”
Put aside spooks, Serch leaves a trace
I’ve set em correct with the effect of the Gas Face

[MC Serch]
Next up Don

[Don Newkirk]
A SPECIAL appearance by KMD’s.. Zev, Love, ehhXssss!

[Verse Three: Zev Love X]

A Gas Face, can either be a smile or a smirk
When appears, a monkey wrench to work one’s clockwork
Perkin his brim to the rim of my cup
Don’t tempt me, you’re empty, so fill’er up!
Is I’m talkin coffee or cocoa, is you loco?
Cash or credit for unleaded at Sunoco
KMD and 3rd Bass is just ace in the hole
I mean soul, so make the Gas Face (HUAHAHA)
Damn, if looks could kill
You look like host was a ghost from your grill
But still, what’s the new fed, to recollect
to our passing phase to facades to Eddie Decker
for my label reads Hood, street might have a tattoo
Don’t pick any card or no rabbit from my hat
Never a magician if I ever tricked em
“Oh shit!” Another Gas Face victim

[MC Serch]
There it is, yo fellas man
Why don’t you step to the mic man?

[Zev Love X]
That’s how I kicks it, for 80-deca

[MC Serch]
Aiyyo, good lookin out Don man peace
Punji, yo who gets the Gas Face?

[Punji] Little Vic for the Gas Face
[Serch] Tony Dick, gets the Gas Face
[Zev X] No Gas Faces for Plugs One Two and Three
[Serch] No Gas Face for Professor Prince Pa-paul!
[?] My friend Tina gets the big Gas Face
[Zev X] No Gas Face for DJ Subroc
[Serch] No Gas Face for KMD
[PNice] Hammer, shut the fuck up! Gas Face! AHUAHAUAH!
[all] WHAHAHAOAHH
[PNice] What do we think about Hammer? HAOWAHWOHAHBHABHAHBHAHBBHB
[?] G.Y.P.
[Serch] Get Yours Posse does not get the Gas Face
[Serch] But P. W. Botha gets a Gas Face
[all] WHOAHBLBLAHBHA-WHOO!
[?] Dante Ross gets the Gas Face
[Serch] Yo stop dissin Dante on records y’all!
[Serch] Elroy.. Elroy.. Elroy Cohen, gets the Gas Face!
HAHAhahahahahaha, that’s all..

song info — https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/Fight_the_Power_%28Part_1_%26_2%29

http://youtu.be/PRkw9UnVhug

The Isley Brothers
Fight The Power Lyrics

Time is truly wastin’
There’s no guarantee
Smile’s in the makin’
You gotta fight the powers that be
Got so many forces
Stayin’ on the scene
Givin’ up all around me
Faces full a’ pain
I can’t play my music
They say my music’s too loud
I kept talkin about it
I got the big run around
When I rolled with the punches
I got knocked on the ground
With all this bullshit going down

Time is truly wastin’
There’s no guarantee
Smile’s in the makin’
You gotta fight the powers that be
I don’t understand it
People wanna see, ya
Those that got the answers
Red tape in the way
I could take you in easy
That’s just half the fun, oh boy
Seeking satisfaction
Keeps me on the run
I can’t play my music
They say my music’s too loud
I kept talkin about it
I got the big run around
When I rolled with the punches
I got knocked on the ground
With all this bullshit going down
Time is truly wastin’
There’s no guarantee
Smile’s in the makin’
You gotta fight the powers that be

If you & I can – we got the power
Fight it, got the power fight it……..baby, baby
Fight it, fight the power

—–

Public Enemy bonus videos

Fight The Power

Don’t Believe The Hype

Black Steel In The Hour Of Chaos

Rammellzee
15 Dicembre 1960 – 29 Giugno 2010

Ricordando Rammellzee, aka The Ramm:Ell:Zee, aka RAMMΣLLZΣΣ, aka Hytestyr, aka EG (Evolution Griller The Master Killer), aka Sharissk Boo, aka Razz, grandissimo artista, rapper, innovatore del graffiti writing, ispiratore di bands del calibro di Cypress Hill e Beastie Boys, nonchè studioso di matematica e astrofisica del Transverso, la sua influenza e la sua importanza sono troppo spesso trascurate anche dai così detti MC che devono moltissimo (se non tutto) a personaggi come Rammellzee, quasi del tutto ignorati o dimenticati.
Riposa In Pace.

REMEMBERING RAMMELLZEE 1960-2010 RIP

RAMMELLZEE – Targetting Battle Station´s, Rip in Panzarism

Rammellzee – Live at Antenna Club UK (1982)

http://youtu.be/9in3YlS9UyQ

Ramellzee, Toxic C1, and Basquiat @ the Rhythm Lounge 1983

http://youtu.be/CFFMzSRhmP8

Rammellzee – Look At That Girl

http://youtu.be/BFcr_RZOHLw

RAMMELLZEE – ALPHA’S BET

“This Is What You Made Me”

downloads:

Bi-Conicals Of The Rammellzee (2004) — http://www.megaupload.com/?d=FRXG12EY

This Is What You Made Me (2003) — http://depositfiles.com/en/files/wo7iu6cto

links:

Ionic Treatise Gothic Futurism Assassin Knowledges Of The Rimanipulated Square Point’s — http://www.gothicfuturism.com/rammellzee/01.html

Mapping Rammellzee’s Hyper-Lyrical Expressionism (1960 – 2010?) — http://www.hydramag.com/2010/06/30/mapping-rammelzees-hyper-lyrical-expressionsim-1960-2010/

This Is What You Made Me on Fugitive Philosophy — http://fugitive.quadrantcrossing.org/2011/07/this-is-what-you-made-me/

Caricato da jazzroom in data 29/lug/2011

Here is a simple 2 bar test beat made using exact same samples on each groovebox, the beat was originally made on AKAI MPC3000 LE , than i’ve sampled all the sounds from MPC into SP1200 and remade the beat , notice slight difference in swing and sound. MPC is 16bit more “HI-FI” but still warm sound and SP1200 is 12 bit raw , grittier but also warm and punchy sound with a good definition.
Both machines sound and swing great – just a different approach to creative process.

SUPREME THE BEAT MAKER PT.13 – AKAI MPC 2500

Sample snitchers you’re killin’it!

Snitchers get stitches, sample snitchers!

Run DMC – Sucker MC’s

[Run]
Two years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I’m about to say
The rhyme was Def a-then it went this way
Took a test to become an MC
And Orange Krush became amazed at me
So Larry put me inside, his Cad-illac
The chaffeur drove off and we never came back
Dave cut the record down to the bone
And now they got me rockin on the microphone
And then we talkin autograph, and here’s the laugh
Champagne caviar, and bubble bath
But see ahh, ah that’s the life, ah that I lead
And you sucker MC’s is who I please
So take that and move back catch a heart attack
Because there’s nothin in the world, that Run’ll ever lack
I cold chill at a party in a b-boy stance
And rock on the mic and make the girls wanna dance
Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
I’m rockin on the mic and you can call me Run-Love

I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
And written right on the side it reads ‘Dressed to Kill’
So if you see me cruisin girls just a-move or step aside
There ain’t enough room to fit you all in my ride
it’s on a, ah first come, first serve basis
Coolin out girl, take you to the def places
One of a kind and for your people’s delight
And for you sucker MC, you just ain’t right
Because you’re bitin all your life, you’re cheatin on your wife
You’re walkin round town like a hoodlum with a knife
You’re hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew
And everybody know what you’ve been through

Ah with the one two three, three to two one
My man Larry Larr, my name DJ Run
We do it in the place with the highs and the bass
I’m rockin to the rhythm won’t you watch it on my face
Go Uptown and come down to the ground
You sucker MC’s, you bad face clown
You five dollar boy and I’m a million dollar man
You’re a sucker MC, and you’re my fan
You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
You’re a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein
Comin from the wackest, part of town
Tryin to rap up but you can’t get down
You don’t even know your english, your verb or noun
You’re just a sucker MC you sad face clown
So DMC and if you’re ready
The people rockin steady
You’re drivin big cars get your gas from Getti

[DMC]
I’m DMC in the place to be
I go to St. John’s University
And since kinde-garten I acquired the knowledge
And after 12th grade I went straight to college
I’m light skinned, I live in Queens
And I love eatin chicken and collard greens
I dress to kill, I love the style
I’m an MC you know who’s versatile
Say I got good credit in your regards
Got my name not numbers on my credit cards
I go Uptown, I come back home
with who me myself and my microphone
All my rhymes are sweet delight
So here’s another one for y’all to bite
When I rhyme, I never quit
And if I got a new rhyme I’ll just say it
Cause it takes a lot, to entertain
And sucker MC’s can be a pain
You can’t rock a party with the hip in hop
You gotta let em know you’ll never stop
The rhymes have to make (a lot of sense)
You got to know where to start (when the beats commence…)

lyrics from the OHHLA — http://ohhla.com/

Artist: Run-D.M.C.
Album:  Run-D.M.C.
Song:   Sucker M.C.'s
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash

[Run]
Two years ago, a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was Def a-then it went this way
Took a test to become an MC
And Orange Krush became amazed at me
So Larry put me inside, his Cad-illac
The chaffeur drove off and we never came back
Dave cut the record down to the bone
And now they got me rockin on the microphone
And then we talkin autograph, and here's the laugh
Champagne caviar, and bubble bath
But see ahh, ah that's the life, ah that I lead
And you sucker MC's is who I please
So take that and move back catch a heart attack
Because there's nothin in the world, that Run'll ever lack
I cold chill at a party in a b-boy stance
And rock on the mic and make the girls wanna dance
Fly like a Dove, that come from up above
I'm rockin on the mic and you can call me Run-Love

I got a big long Caddy not like a Seville
And written right on the side it reads 'Dressed to Kill'
So if you see me cruisin girls just a-move or step aside
There ain't enough room to fit you all in my ride
it's on a, ah first come, first serve basis
Coolin out girl, take you to the def places
One of a kind and for your people's delight
And for you sucker MC, you just ain't right
Because you're bitin all your life, you're cheatin on your wife
You're walkin round town like a hoodlum with a knife
You're hangin on the ave, chillin with the crew
And everybody know what you've been through

Ah with the one two three, three to two one
My man Larry Larr, my name DJ Run
We do it in the place with the highs and the bass
I'm rockin to the rhythm won't you watch it on my face
Go Uptown and come down to the ground
You sucker MC's, you bad face clown
You five dollar boy and I'm a million dollar man
Youse a sucker MC, and you're my fan
You try to bite lines, but rhymes are mine
Youse a sucker MC in a pair of Calvin Klein
Comin from the wackest, part of town
Tryin to rap up but you can't get down
You don't even know your english, your verb or noun
You're just a sucker MC you sad face clown
So D.M.C. and if you're ready
The people rockin steady
You're drivin big cars get your gas from Getti

[D.M.C.]
I'm D.M.C. in the place to be
I go to St. John's University
And since kinde-garten I acquired the knowledge
And after 12th grade I went straight to college
I'm light skinned, I live in Queens
And I love eatin chicken and collard greens
I dress to kill, I love the style
I'm an MC you know who's versatile
Say I got good credit in your regards
Got my name not numbers on my credit cards
I go Uptown, I come back home
with who me myself and my microphone
All my rhymes are sweet delight
So here's another one for y'all to bite
When I rhyme, I never quit
And if I got a new rhyme I'll just say it
Cause it takes a lot, to entertain
And sucker MC's can be a pain
You can't rock a party with the hip in hop
You gotta let em know you'll never stop
The rhymes have to make (a lot of sense)
You got to know where to start (when the beats commence..)