Pure Positivity

Had to put these lyrics up they are just to hot to contain. I've got more to say but need some time to digest. Lyrics: Cunninlynguists - Makes you Wanna Cry ft Sheisty Christ Ohh my Makes me wanna cry Listen I see crabs climbing to be free When dog eat dog is the royal decree Trust nobody Mayflower to Tipi Over the meak sand winds since BC You blame D.C. I blame life She blames Allah he blames Christ We put out bounties we pay that price For green backs we backstab and won't think twice It's more money more murder more homicide Over dollar bills free will creates Amistad I'm a slave hard to escape the cell And I ain't brave just because I moved to ATL Couldn't pay me well enough to sing your fairy tail The cherry that I'm smoking doesn't choke me like the very smell of life Raw and uncut Sex drugs and gun lust land of the unjust Ohh my Makes me wanna cry I see Men on chairs with suicidal tendencies and tears falling down Th...

And like the key open the door I twist the weed I bought because I don't know how to cope with shit.  - Earl Sweatshit  Some rappers are so fucking filthy they require a car wash quality cleanse to truly shine. Fortunately for Freddie, Madlib is the master of mop. He takes cutty classics and spit shines them into pure perfection. These two were made for one another. While this album isn't on the most positive tip it bangs. It bangs really really fucking hard.  Freddie Gibbs will be the first one to admit he's a product of his environment. Unlike poppy bullshit that plagues the radio, Gibbs spits street style sewage. His lyrics are drug infused and his blatant disregard for others is disgusting, however he's got copious amounts of wit. Like a bic lighter to a silver spoon he melts wax creating a freebase like high. My ears melt into a puddle of goo when I listen to these tracks and in the same vein as watching really raw R rated movie proceed with caution. This is...

Get Bramstoked off coke and fight day. A couple of years ago I lived in Oakland and while I've been there a number of times since I simply forgot how rugged those streets can be. My place was on 24th and MLK right on the crossroads. One side was poverty, crime, drugs, hookers, and graffiti the other; corporate headquarters, fine dining, and high rises. I walked 12 blocks on San Pablo avenue Saturday morning before 9 and what I saw was entirely different from anything I see where I currently live.  An elderly Asian man riding his bike on the sidewalk approaches a bus stop where two other men are smoking a blunt having a profanity laced conversation. The man on the bike hopes off and tries to pass but while stepping aside one of the men smoking yells, "Nigga why you on the fucking sidewalk you dumb fuck!" A block  later I hear a woman yelling at a stumbling man, "Mutha fucka you don't own my shit." At this point, while I'm not scared by any means, m...

If we never faced struggle in the bubble well that's a curse. My nerves stirred worse drinking numb numb juice to quench thirst. What they call it liquid courage for? When after it's over you're weaker than before I was 14 and lost beyond belief. My parents had recently split and I just started high school where I knew only 2 people. Puberty hit me rather late and I was the smallest freshman who's voice had barely cracked. I got tossed into garbage cans on a regular basis by the seniors and was somewhat terrified. The task of fitting in was insurmountable, but I found solace in hip-hop. At that impressionable age Blackalicious, Gangstarr and Living Legends were the ones that helped me get through some tough nights. A year or two later I remember hearing Silly Puddy and felt that song was written for me.  Grouch & Eligh became my mentor of sorts and it's amazing to think that I grew up with these guys in my headphones. Their struggles mirrored many of min...

Are you who you say you are of just a sliver of who you're supposed to be? - Grouch While there are number of deeper meanings to why Victor Frankenstein created a monster, the most straight forward of them all was doing so as a service to humanity. Upon completion of the task at hand Victor became repulsed by his creation. So disgusted with himself he went into a deep dark depression and spent every waking hours devoted to destroying what he created. In the past 40 years our world has (d)evolved immensely. We spend our time staring at Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. We've traded character for popularity, morale fortitude for money, and passion for instant gratification. A monster has been created. The internet was originally manufactured for two professors to communicate to one another and now it's used for so many more purposes. Just like everyone else I hear the beep on my phone and feel the itchy trigger finger to see who may have contacted me. This track is a test...

We got to find why's to change this shit... Blu & Exile create some seriously stellar tracks. You'll dig in, listen intently, and realize that you too will want more out of life. It's infectious, thought provoking, and somewhat chaotic. Blu spews truth laced with a tinge of depression which appears to be just a page out of his life. In just about every song he graces there's a sense of reflection and self evolution.  Coming from a father who's a pastor, Blu stays away from being even remotely close to preachy, and always gives a healthy slice of reality. I love his style, wit, and overall skill set. If you haven't enjoyed this track get ready for a great treat.  [Verse 1] Somebody wanted guidance, looked inside to find it You know them blind kids, money on their eyelids Kissing on the fly gyp-ship from the Egyptian islands Gems in the hymns said the chant The moon man grins, hair on my chin grows Hair on my chest burn Flare in my soul cold I can't sl...

Once again it's MLK day and again I can't seem to find a song on par with this one. So I figure I'll re-post the same I've put up the last two years. Enjoy. Martin Luther King Jr. is a legend. In some sense he reminds of a seasoned boxer who absolutely refuses to loose. Before a winning fighter can even entertain entering a ring he must diligently prepare a strategic plan to take down his opponent. Meanwhile he trains beyond what he thought his body was capable of doing. Pushing himself to this limit creates a certain type of mental toughness, one that can't be shook. Then, just when he feels as if there no way he will ever be defeated, he enters the ring. As he looks into his opponents blood thirsty eyes an overwhelming sense of fear enters the body and that uncrackable toughness shows a hairline fracture. Unless you're the best. At one point in time Mike Tyson was truly unbeatable. Here is an excellent quote from him: While I'm in the dressing ...