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Talking to the Sky (Beat by DC of Wake and Bake Beats)
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Talking to the Sky (Beat by DC of Wake and Bake Beats) by Justin Ray
Lyrics:
((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride
++++
there's a war going on inside, no man is safe from
what you expect? era of customization
crazy blaming Illuminatis and Masons
the biggest hater is within, turn and face him
custom news, so your accustomed views
ain't accosted, regardless of if it is the truth
the devices that keep us connected
leave us more detached and disrespected
never expect intellect and intelligent talk
they message is as subtle as an elephant walks
a grown man's attention span is 8 seconds
if my words are complicated you won't respect it
unexpected, unconnected, I got no defense
I'm speaking Mandarin in Guatemala making no sense
leaders don't how to follow so my path is alone
handling all my tomorrows, getting this on my own, so let's go
++++
((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride
++++
universe is 98 percent empty
so simply, human life reflects that, I MC
thoughts from a lost soul tattered and torn
looking in the mirror wonder why I was born
I'm forlorn on a cell phone with no one, Joe Horn
on in the end zone of life like somehow I scored
but I ain't like the game and my team resents me
I'm stuck in a uniform that don't represent me
this goes for all facets of life, you ever felt like
you don't belong where you are, it never felt right
smelt like you were dealt right but thought left
now somewhere in the middle you preoccupied with death
Oceanic Airlines, confusing and lost
I ain't got the answers I'm just sharing the thoughts
there's a war going on inside, no man is safe from
what you expect? era of customization
++++++
((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a Texas sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a Texas sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride
Talking to the Sky (Beat by DC of Wake and Bake Beats) by Justin Ray
Lyrics:
((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride
++++
there's a war going on inside, no man is safe from
what you expect? era of customization
crazy blaming Illuminatis and Masons
the biggest hater is within, turn and face him
custom news, so your accustomed views
ain't accosted, regardless of if it is the truth
the devices that keep us connected
leave us more detached and disrespected
never expect intellect and intelligent talk
they message is as subtle as an elephant walks
a grown man's attention span is 8 seconds
if my words are complicated you won't respect it
unexpected, unconnected, I got no defense
I'm speaking Mandarin in Guatemala making no sense
leaders don't how to follow so my path is alone
handling all my tomorrows, getting this on my own, so let's go
++++
((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a gray sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride
++++
universe is 98 percent empty
so simply, human life reflects that, I MC
thoughts from a lost soul tattered and torn
looking in the mirror wonder why I was born
I'm forlorn on a cell phone with no one, Joe Horn
on in the end zone of life like somehow I scored
but I ain't like the game and my team resents me
I'm stuck in a uniform that don't represent me
this goes for all facets of life, you ever felt like
you don't belong where you are, it never felt right
smelt like you were dealt right but thought left
now somewhere in the middle you preoccupied with death
Oceanic Airlines, confusing and lost
I ain't got the answers I'm just sharing the thoughts
there's a war going on inside, no man is safe from
what you expect? era of customization
++++++
((hook))
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a Texas sky
but y'all don't hear me y'all just wanna turn the bass high
how you fill the emptiness you feel inside?
need a bottle of brown water boy I can't lie
I'm just walking talking up into a Texas sky
y'all don't hear me, let them drums and the bass ride
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
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Friday, March 25, 2011
2Racks Brooklyn: A Synopsis
Last night I was in Brooklyn, NY for the 2Racks Rap Contest. It was a... worthwhile experience. Some observations:
1. Totally disorganized. Didn't start until 10, when the ticket and contract said 8. I suppose that's to be expected, though. Oh, and by start, I mean the host went on and did a 3-song set of his own a little after 10. What I found ironic was that the contest stressed performing completely original songs, yet he rapped over 2 different 2Pac beats.
2. This thing lasted entirely too long. This was a 32-artist tournament, with each musician performing 1:30 of a song. Judges pick the better song, that artist moves on. Nice concept, but when you spend 4 minutes bullshitting between each performance, it takes FOREVER.
I don't know how it finished, because I didn't perform my 2nd round song until 1:30 AM. Brooklyn law says they were going to have to shut the place down at 2 AM. So, from 10:30 PM to 1:30 AM, there were fewer than 48 songs performed. That breaks down to an average of 3:45 real time elapsed per song performed. At that rate, they would have finished at roughly 3 in the morning.
The place was full at the start, 70% when I did my first song, and at about 30% when I did my second song. That line graph trends downward for the championship round.
Also, the host REALLY liked to talk about all the great things he was doing for us by putting this together. If you're profiting off of something you're organizing, your self-proclaimed benevolence kind of loses steam.
Also, one judge was visibly drunk when I did my first song. That number climbed to 2 when I did my second one. Maybe that's why I "lost" to a dude wearing some kind of forest animal. Watch the video to understand:
The crowd and DJ's responses to me throughout the night though tells me I'm doing something right. I sold a handful of CD's and was on stage for the first time in a while.
That, and a chubby white kid from suburban Houston performed at a rap show in Brooklyn. Which is a lot in itself.
1. Totally disorganized. Didn't start until 10, when the ticket and contract said 8. I suppose that's to be expected, though. Oh, and by start, I mean the host went on and did a 3-song set of his own a little after 10. What I found ironic was that the contest stressed performing completely original songs, yet he rapped over 2 different 2Pac beats.
2. This thing lasted entirely too long. This was a 32-artist tournament, with each musician performing 1:30 of a song. Judges pick the better song, that artist moves on. Nice concept, but when you spend 4 minutes bullshitting between each performance, it takes FOREVER.
I don't know how it finished, because I didn't perform my 2nd round song until 1:30 AM. Brooklyn law says they were going to have to shut the place down at 2 AM. So, from 10:30 PM to 1:30 AM, there were fewer than 48 songs performed. That breaks down to an average of 3:45 real time elapsed per song performed. At that rate, they would have finished at roughly 3 in the morning.
The place was full at the start, 70% when I did my first song, and at about 30% when I did my second song. That line graph trends downward for the championship round.
Also, the host REALLY liked to talk about all the great things he was doing for us by putting this together. If you're profiting off of something you're organizing, your self-proclaimed benevolence kind of loses steam.
Also, one judge was visibly drunk when I did my first song. That number climbed to 2 when I did my second one. Maybe that's why I "lost" to a dude wearing some kind of forest animal. Watch the video to understand:
The crowd and DJ's responses to me throughout the night though tells me I'm doing something right. I sold a handful of CD's and was on stage for the first time in a while.
That, and a chubby white kid from suburban Houston performed at a rap show in Brooklyn. Which is a lot in itself.
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