::Song of the Week!::
This week I decided to give my props to a group that has the knack for keeping it true to the old skool while still appealing to the new skool demographic. Today I've chose Jurassic 5 because they're just so dope and positive. I don't really feel as though I have much more to say about that. Enjoy!!!
WHAT'S GOLDEN (Jurassic 5):
Soup:
Check it out now
I work the pen to make the ink transform on
Any particular surface the pen lands on
Zaakir is hands on
What’s the beef?
The Cooley High Co Chiefs
High Post Techniques
I drape off poetic landscapes and shapes
Illustrate the paper space off the pens that paint
Then design with habit the national geographical magic
With tailor made status and plus flavor that’s automatic
(Chorus)
We're not ballin’
We take it back to the days of Yes Y'allin’
We’re holdin’ on to What's Golden
‘Cuz on the stage I rage and I’m rollin’ (rollin’)
We’re not ballin’
Shot callin’
We take it back to the days of Yes Y'allin’
We’re holdin’ on to What's Golden
‘Cuz on the stage I rage and I’m rollin’ (rollin’)
Marc 7:
Melancholy mundane sautéed or hot flame
Big rings fat chains
They all quest for the same
No name huge fame
Strictly new to the thing
We stay true to the game
And never bring it to shame
We tight like dread locks
And Redd Foxx and ripple
We pass participles
And smash the artist in you
The saga continues
This I won't get into
Cuz there ain’t enough bars to hold the drama that we've been through
Akil:
Yo, we’re still the same with the little fame
A little change and a household name but ain’t too much changed
We in the game yo but not to be vain
I refrain from salt grains that seizing up my name
We entertain for a mutual game
From close range
Steady aim
I drum at your head
To hit the brain
I’m labor ready roll scholar for the dollar
Work for mine pay me by the hour
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Hip hop music
Music, that music
Music, that music
Turn in out
Turn it out without a doubt
Chali:
Well it’s the verbal Herman Munster, the word enhancer
Sick of phony mobsters, controlling the dance floor
I’m them dark places
Catch you when you stark naked
Your heart races as we punk you for your chart spaces
That tart taste is me bringing these hot styles thorough
Some of u bum a few cheers
From shock value
Word power can plow thru
Acres of cornfields
Paragraphs cut like warm steel
Perform ill
(Chorus)
Random Blurb: That's word.
posted by Rochelle @ 7:04:00 PM
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