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Bloggin' in a bunker

5:46:22 PM    say what? []

more hip hop

Another artist to watch out for is Sage Francis.  His song, Makeshift Patriot is one of the best hip hop tunes i've ever heard.

Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast

Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang myself...via live telecast.

Coming live from my own funeral...the beautiful weather offered a nice shine,
Which is suitable for a full view of a forever altered skyline.
It's times like these I freestyle biased opinions every other sentence.
My journalistic ethics slip when I pass them off as objective.
"Don't gimme that ethical @#%$."
I've got exclusive, explicit images to present to impressionable American kids,
And it's time to show this world how big our edifice is!

That's exactly what they attacked when a typically dark skinned Disney villain
Used civilians against civilians and charged the trojan horses into our buildings.
Using commercial aviation as instruments of destruction,
Pregnant women couldn't protect their children. Wheelchairs were stairway obstructions.
Now I have to back pedal...from the shower of glass and metal,
Wondering how after it settles we'll find who provided power to radical rebels.
The Melting Pot seems to be calling the kettle black when it boils over,
But only on our own soil so the little boy holds a toy soldier...
And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait 'til he's older,
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. "Now get a close up of his head..."

Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast

Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang myself while the stock markets crash

The city is covered in inches of muck
I see some other pictures of victims are up
Grieving mothers are thinking their children are stuck
Leaping lovers are making decisions to jump
While holding hands...to escape the brutal heat. Sometimes in groups of the three.
The fall out goes far beyond the toxic cloud where people look like debris.
But all they saw after all was said...beyond the talking heads
Was bloody dust with legs looking like the walking dead calling for meds.
Hospitals are overwhelmed. volunteers need to go the hell home.
Moments of silence for fire fighters were interupted by cell phones.
Who's going to make that call to increase an unknown death toll?
It's the one we rally behind. He's got a megaphone...and he's promising to make heads roll,
So we cheer him on, but asbestos is affecting our breath control.
The less we know...the more they fabricate...the easier it is to sell souls
An addictive 24 hour candle light vigil in TVs.
Freedom WILL be defended...at the cost of civil liberties.
Viewers are glued to television screens. Stuck...'cause lots of things seem too sick.
I use opportunities to pluck heart strings for theme music.

I'll show you which culture to pump your fist at and what foot is right to kiss.
We don't know who the culprit is yet...but he looks like this.
We know who the heros are. Not the xenophobes who act hard,
"We taught that dog to squat. How dare he do that @#%$ in our own back yard!"

They happened to scar our financial state and char our landscape.
Can you count how many times so far I ran back this same damn tape?
While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank,
With a 10 second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst.

So get your tanks and load your guns and hold your sons in a family huddle,
Because even if we win this tug of war and even the score...humanity struggles.
There's a desperate need of blood for what's been uncovered under the rubble,
Some of them dug for answers in the mess...but the rest were looking for trouble.

Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast

Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out of Stock
I hang myself.
Don't waive your rights with your flags.

3:08:52 PM    say what? []

hip hop

i love hip hop but i hate the current crap that's put out on the radio and on MTV.  thankfully, i was recently introduced to Atmosphere.  Slug, the MC is local and he's good!

What's your neighborhood like?
Oh, it's half art fucks, half thugs. And the thugs don't fuck with the art fucks, and the art fucks don't fuck with the thugs. The art fucks continue to spread gonorrhea to each other and the thugs continue to beat the shit out of each other. Everybody just kinda handles their own shit. They know their places…we all know our place.

What's your place?
I get to walk the thin line between the two of 'em. I give gonorrhea to the thugs and I beat the shit outta the art fucks.

and funny eh?  hehehe

a sampling of his lyrics...

Party For The Fight to Write

* intro: This is one of those songs you can clap along too...


[Slug]
Hides the eyes beneath the bill of the cap
Walks amoungst the flies that hover over the mat
He lies, but only when there's a reason
Mentions life by the tragedy, the comedy, the season
Poor at handling and managing income
Got enough love to pass around and then some
Been done, that there a name you can trust
Read the whole match book and put a flame to the brush
Good with packs, and rips up sacks
Put the show in biz, try to give what you get
When you let him run free with the thought
Pull the line in, try to see what you caught
I ain't all that bad, but I ain't all that great
I Went back to the lab and began to mutate
Wait. I still look the same, still got the same dumb name
Ain't a damn thing changed
But if you like surprises, I know of a party
Where they all dance around to your heart beat
Bring your own agenda and embrace your flaws
Lets put a face on this common cause


chorus:
And he said some got pencils and some got guns
Some know how to stand and some of them run
We don't get along, but we sing the same song
Party for the fight to write, and write on


Stay gold Pony Boy, stay true outspoken
Make a record Mr. Gangster and get 'em all open
The theories, the stories, the truths, the myths
Its all therapy, on top of turntablists
This indutry's big, so big in fact (and fat?)
We can all get some, and we can give some back
And if its done correct, we'll make more than noise
So pick it up, and pick me up when you're bored with the toys
As a child Hip Hop made me read books,
And Hip Hop made me wanna be a crook
And Hip Hop gave me the way and something to say
And all I took in return is a second look
Son, you're shook, cuz ain't no such thing as half way there
Gettin' good at actin' like you just don't care
The circle of life trying to make it square condition
And self sit still
And Still.. where have all the sheep gone
Burnt down the farm and turned the TV on
John Coltrine, Marvin Gaye and Bob Marley all get invitations to my party


chorus


And if I spent anymore time inside my head
I'd probably need some leather straps attatched to my bed
And if I go another day without eating a meal
I'm gonna show you what it means to keep it real
And if they keep shootin' guns up and down my block
I Swear to God I'll be the first one to call the cops
And if I gotta hear that song ever again
You gonna have to share some of that beer my friend
They mistake me as happy-go-lucky
Just another base-head bobbin' nobody
But from where I stand, they sound like spies
Fillin' all the children's head with lies
Well alright, get your money right
But right now tonight I want you to pick a side
So when you got your power and you got your chedder
Let's get together soldier over throw this hold and make these roads better
Bring it on.. he said bring it on (right now)
Ain't nothin' but a party y'all... lets get it on


chorus

3:06:28 PM    say what? []

drugs

i like drugs.  i like 'em a lot.  my addictions don't control me, i control them.  except for the damn cigarette addiction, that one seems to have a firm grip on me.  i hate the fact that someone has determined that certain substances are 'bad' for me.  says who?  maybe some people shouldn't use drugs but please, can't we determine as individuals what works for us and what doesn't? 

2:30:53 PM    say what? []