Pure Positivity

Stumbled on this joint super randomly. It resonated with me so I decided to transcribe it. Don't even know if this song is more of a metaphor or a story about someone in particular. Pretty confident if anyone hits this post they will enjoy this track. Paper and Coins - Jaq ft Cas Metah She the type when she has it she flash it But when the cash absent she act sick Ball caught enough to make you think she's half pit Not a crack addict money's a bad habit Long as her pockets are fat she fine Got a man got a plan called the grand design Her daddy was hustler momma was a dime She never had an option for this life of crime Started off selling soft on the block Got caught, got locked, got out and got back on D boys jockin em for first place Ohh well don't tell but I'm get that gold medal Man I got something worth more than earth lore A birth pure and that's word to your first born Just trust put the dope down He got more important worries than ge...

I've said it time and time again, Oddisee is nothing short of a renaissance man and I'll go into his album in a moment, but before that let me give you all a little update. Although I haven't posted in ages hip-hop still is the main force that motivates me on a daily basis. I most certainly haven't lost touch with what inspires me to be better. Not many of you know anything about me other than my small snippets of writings, but I have goals and aspirations to leave a lasting impact on society. In the past year I've fallen in love with the most amazing and intelligent woman on the face of this earth. She's beyond brilliant, gorgeous, and is a doctor who wants to dramatically help with global health. My insurance brokerage has grown substantially and I'm extremely blessed to be able practice business in an ethical manner helping my customers on a daily basis. This all being said when I started this blog I always had the idea of doing something far greater....

I've been gone, busy with life and have whole heartily neglected this site. I'm coming back with some new posts this week that's a guarantee, but in the mean time peep my buddies blog. He's a super talented writer and kills with his insight on the food tip. It's a great read which actually inspired me to get back to posting some new stuff for you all to digest. https://medium.com/on-the-fly

Some call you selfish cause you want to love yourself, well that's rubbish, so I love myself. And I love my brother and I'd die to tell it. -Grouch [Verse 1: The Grouch] Some call you selfish cause you want to love yourself Well that's rubbish, so I love myself And I love my brother and I'd die to tell it I got a load to get off so I'm riding with it None of these tickets is wolf, I got proof We walked in the shoes and talked in these tones An optimist You knocking these songs? I open my doors, they tossin' me stones Well let me draw somethin' Like my daughter does Higher thoughts than what you thought What you thought it was? Throw it back as a blessing, demonstration of My love, it's honest, no limitation to it I promised my old self the new me would never lead our soul astray Even if we're old and gray and can't think right See the path has been laid follow the ink back Remember the hunger and deep thought The embers...

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...