Saturday, August 23, 2014

Blogpocrypha: Great Complex Skrillex Article, Etta James' Purple Reign, James Brown, Etc.







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Just a few nifty things from the magical innernets for you to enjoy. There's lots of lists of stuff and this is one. I'm trying to mix-up my interest in helping us change our silently stressful body language with a love of fun.

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A truly stunning piece of Web 2.0 art (or are we at 3.0 or 4.0 by now?) by Complex Magazine with a great cover story on hot new producer and DJ Skrillex. You have to see this to believe and enjoy it. Plus a great video with ASAP Rocky.
http://www.complexmag.ca/covers/skrillex-interview-alien-nation-2014-cover-story/

A$AP ROCKY - Wild For The Night (Explicit) ft. Skrillex, Birdy Nam Nam



http://youtu.be/1eWdbMBYlH4

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A great cover of the Prince song "Purple Rain" by one of the reigning queens of sould in Etta James. If you ever get sick of what modern music is supposed to sound like, I say just check out more classics like this.

Etta James - Purple Rain




http://youtu.be/uOd07NS94Bo

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Also a couple of versions of "It's a Man's World" by Etta James and James Brown. It's kind of neat to compare the two and see how even if this is or was sort-of true, it still wouldn't be anything without a woman or a girl.

Etta James - It's a Man's Man's World



http://youtu.be/9YryQTTQMXQ

James Brown - It's A Man's Man's Man's World

http://youtu.be/juTeHsKPWhY

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This is a great mixtape by the all-time great DJ Premiere celebrating James Brown's influence on hip hop. As he says, if you don't understand or respect Mr. Brown's (witting or unwitting contributions) then you don't belong.

http://www.datpiff.com/James-Brown-DJ-Premier-Salutes-James-Brown-The-Foundation-Of-mixtape.3144.html

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Looking for some b-ball time-wasting combined with inspiration, I read the great new Sports Illustrated article about Kobe Bryant, who mentioned he heard Michael Jackson listened to the then-best-selling of all-time Bee Gees album obsessively before he recorded "Thriller" to try to "beat it", which he did.

That lead to a scan of the Wikipedia article on "Thriller", which then lead to me looking at Rolling Stone Magazines list of the 500 greatest albums of all time and - spoiler alert - me listening to The Beatles "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band" this morning. Ah the innernets, you've gotta love 'em and leave 'em.

http://www.si.com/longform/kobe/

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thriller_%28Michael_Jackson_album%29

http://www.rollingstone.com/music/lists/500-greatest-albums-of-all-time-20120531

https://archive.org/details/TheBeatles-WhiteAlbumAndMore

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Duckman - 28 - A Room With a Bellevue



http://youtu.be/k1x136UO6Ns

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Sunday, August 17, 2014

Black Krishna: The Pride Trilogy (Full Leak + Lyrics)


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The Pride Trilogy – Leak

The Chixtape
The Blocktrade Project or How We Learned To Relax and Beat Social Constipation
Street Fame: Your Ticket To Ride

This project can help us beat our quiet frustration and feel and communicate better, relax, exchange more respect, have more fun and feel more masculine and feminine like many want to. I know it works from consistent reactions to performing it. This is a leak and not the finished mix.

Special thanks to Drew, Sam, Kaz and Shy from Collection Day Entertainment for production work, to Blocktrade Music, Kevin McCall (K-Mac), Sap and Chase N Cashe for promotional instrumental use, Padrone and others for feedback. Enjoy the lyrics and content and get in touch.

Peace,

Black Krishna (BK)

Questions, Bookings, Collaborations:

647.781.1580 + blackkrishna@gmail.com

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Leak Lyrics for ReverbNation Uploads

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Album: The Chixtape

Song 1: Hey Chick

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Just Enough" by Sap

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Better like that boy...

(x3)

You'd better like that boy...

Better like that boy...

(x3)

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

Better like that boy...

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

You'd better like that boy...

Walkin' slow,
Lookin' cool,
Try'n'a' feel hot...

(x3)

Try'n'a play it cool,
But I'm'a fool,
For what you got...

(x1)

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

Better like that boy...

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

You'd better like that boy...

(x1)

Every girl a model,
Wanna pop bottles, who's hotter,
Am I hot or not... what?(!)
I'm, ya hard, act to follow,
Do I got it like?
Yuh, yeah,
I got it like, follow,
Me to the dance floor,
No matter what, swallow...
Got it like, get it for me,
Get it, like it, borrow,
Me, until tomorrow,
When we do it all again,

Holla...

Holla...

Holla...

I said holla!

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

Better like that boy...

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

You'd better like that boy...

Walkin' slow,
Lookin' cool,
Try'n'a' feel hot...

(x3)

Try'n'a play it cool,
But I'm'a fool,
For what you got...

(x1)

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

Better like that boy...

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

You'd better like that boy...

What you want next?
What, you gotta get, guess?
Guess it's me, that you see,
When you see, sex or stress,
Guess it's true,
What you gonna do?
Must confess,
You blessed, with the best,
Now don't test,
Now, don't just sit there,
Stressin',
When I'm confessin',
That I need to be testin',
When ya busy, and restin',
And wrestlin', and sellin',
And chillin', and villain,
And thrillin', top-billin',
Relax and learn,
With who's willin'...
She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

Better like that boy...

She's a happy-man making machine,
She's a happy-man making machine...

You'd better like that boy...

Walkin' slow,
Lookin' cool,
Try'n'a' feel hot...

(x3)

Try'n'a play it cool,
But I'm'a fool,
For what you got...

(x1)

Oh yeah!

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Album: The Chixtape

Song 2: Show Me

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Twitter" by Kevin McCall or K-Mac

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Oh woe...

Oh whoa...

Oh whoa...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Show me what you got...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Tell me what you want...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Show me what you got...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Tell me what you are...

(x1)

Can't let go, can't let go, can't let go,
When every girl that I see,
Is a girl that I know...

Can't let go, can't let go, can't let go,
When every girl that we see,
Is a girl that we know...

(x1)

Oh woe...

Oh whoa...

Oh whoa...

(x2)

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Show me what you got...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Tell me what you want...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Show me what you got...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Tell me what you are...

(x1)

Can't let go, can't let go, can't let go,
When every girl that I see,
Is a girl that I know...

Can't let go, can't let go, can't let go,
When every girl that we see,
Is a girl that we know...

(x1)

Oh woe...

Oh whoa...

Oh whoa...

(x2)

Don't be lyin',
If, I'm tryin',
To reach, you,

Don't be tryin',
To be buyin',
What, they teach you,

Don't be afraid,
Of what they say,
Let me preach you,

And all the things,
We can do,
If we see it's true,

If you're nice,
I'll run through,
A prick-wall,
For ya,
If not,
I gotta,
Ignore ya,
Don't take it,
As a threat,
I adore ya,

That's why,
Pretty girl,
I gotta warn ya...

(x1)

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Show me what you got...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Tell me what you want...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Show me what you got...

Show, show, show me,
What you're workin' with,
Tell me what you are...

(x1)

Can't let go, can't let go, can't let go,
When every girl that I see,
Is a girl that I know...

Can't let go, can't let go, can't let go,
When every girl that we see,
Is a girl that we know...

(x1)

Oh woe...

Oh whoa...

Oh whoa...

(x2)

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Album: The Chixtape

Song 3: All That We Are

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Chaser" by by Chase N Cashe

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(Chorus)

All that we know...

Is all, that we are...

(x4)

Movin' through the city,
With a couple' lines with me,
Movin' through the city,
I'm jackin'!

Movin' through the city,
With a couple' dimes with me,
Movin' through the city,
I'm jackin'!

(x2)

From the new,
Bitchy and twitchy,
To pushy and spazzy,
To itchin' to ditch the,
Illusion of gladly,
Got visions of deeply,
Truly and madly,
With some fine-ass chix,
Badass dudes,
And hard candy,

Resistin' guys being feminized,
Against they' own will, chill,
Hopin' we realize,
Gotta fight, still,
Got women and children,
The story, same bill,
Ain't nuthin' to do,
But nut-up, and find will...

(Chorus)

All that we know...

Is all, that we are...

(x2)

Movin' through the city,
With a couple' lines with me,
Movin' through the city,
I'm jackin'!

Movin' through the city,
With a couple' dimes with me,
Movin' through the city,
I'm jackin'!

(x2)

You can't educate us,
For no, equal opportunity,
Talkin' bout my freedom,
People' freedom,
And liberty...

Can break down,
The break down,
Before you break down,
For what you spend on dinner,
This ain't, a shakedown,
From saints, to sinners,
In the middle, beat-down,
'Til the beat drop,
And ya boy BK,
Clown 'em down...

Gotta tease the girls,
Trade, or get called lazy,
Gotta feed the world,
Big job, call me crazy,
Last man talkin',
Alpha mal-eh, better save me,
Pay me,
And I'll make more,
Before they' crazy...

Tell the children the truth...

Men look lost,
Women look stressed,
Kids, try to look the same,
Hope they don't, try they' best,
Hope and change,
Hope and change,
Something strange,
Still confess,
We blessed,
And we skippin' the stress...

(Chorus)

All that we know...

Is all, that we are...

(x4)

Movin' through the city,
With a couple' lines with me,
Movin' through the city,
I'm jackin'!

Movin' through the city,
With a couple' dimes with me,
Movin' through the city,
I'm jackin'!

(x4)

We, refuse to be,
What you,
Wanted us to zombie,
We are, what we are,
And, that's the way,
It's going to be.

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Album: The Blocktrade Project or How We Learned To Relax and Beat Social Constipation

Song 1: Running In Vain

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Based Gods" by Cloud Atlas

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Whoa-oooh-ohhhh...

(Chorus)

Sometimes, I think,
I'm runnin' the game,
Sometimes, I think,
I'm runnin' in vain,

Lookin' for somethin',
Be, numbin' the pain,
Say, I feel great,
Then, revealin' the shame...

(x2)

You will let go of my mind...

Every little thing, is fine...

(x2)

There's no one to run to,
Nowhere to run to,
Feelin' no shame,

There's no one to turn to,
No one to learn to,
Feelin' no, shame,

There's nobody's business,
Nobody's business,
A nobody's game,

There's nobody with us,
Nobody witness,
Feelin' no shame...

You will let go of my mind...

Every little thing, is fine...

(x2)

There's nobody seein' us,
Nobody bein' us,
Feelin', no shame,

There's nobody healin' us,
Nobody real enough,
Feelin' no game...

(Chorus)

Sometimes, I think,
I'm runnin' the game,
Sometimes, I think,
I'm runnin' in vain,

Lookin' for something,
Be, numbin' the pain,
Say, I feel great,
Then, revealin' the shame...

(x2)

You will let go of my mind...

Every little thing, is fine...

(x4)

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Album: The Blocktrade Project or How We Learned To Relax and Beat Social Constipation

Song 2: Social Constipation

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "The Prisoner" by Hani G

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Shoutouts to all my people's locked up on the island,
Vancouver Island, New Found Island,
Montreal Island, and the Sub-Continent of T-Dot,
Across Canada, and around the world...

This is a disarmed slave...

Reporting alive, from Communist Canada...

How's it going?

Great!

Just, a poor excuse, for a man,
Try'n'a get rich,
Ain't no reason,
For me, to switch,

Ain't no pleasin', people ain't teasin',
Walk around, ignoring,
The stress, of the season,
No sound, lacking reason,

Artificial, inflation,
Or, it's treason,
Helium balloon,
Bubble-beezin',

Waitin', to repeat,
Rhymin' reasons,
Raised to be, facin' situations,
Of social constipation, if that's, what it's takin'...

(Chorus)

Wake up, wake up,
We, need, to,
Speak up, speak up,
Social constipation got us,
All (*cough*) stopped up,
Call bull-sheeyeaaahhh...
On "What's up?"

(x2)

Awkward? Shmawkward!
Joke, word, for word,
Kickin', little rhymes,
Like, feedin' little birds,

Bizzy, byzantine,
Macro-biotic, with the flow,
Oops, better make it slow,
Curds'n'whey, gotta grow,

Body, biz-card,
Sayin' more, than we know,
Unless we ask, face masks,
Face facts, so we know,

Global thumb-talkin',
Big Celly, throw a bone,
First freebie in a while,
Trade ya voice, fear ya soul,

See 'em, let go,
Can't, hear 'em, no bro',
Can't, see 'em fall apart,
So, we gotta let 'em go,

Relax and help us feel, confident,
That's all you gotta know,
'Cause I don't, give a damn,
Now you do, f'sho'...

Rollin' down the street,
Like a Nintendo, sippin' on grin'n'juice,
With my mind on my money,
And my money on my mind...

(Chorus)

Wake up, wake up,
We, need, to,
Speak up, speak up,
Social constipation, got us,
All (*cough*) stopped up,
Call bull-sheeyeaaahhh...
On "What's up?"

(x2)

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Album: The Blocktrade Project or How We Learned To Relax and Beat Social Constipation

Song 3: Thataway

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Hip Hop" by Amun Rah

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Aw yeah...
It's a beautiful day in the neighbourhood...
Sun's out, dogs barking, birds chirping,
Cars outside, it's a beautiful day,
Well, that might be your hood,
But this is my hood...

(Chorus)

Which way you goin'?
I'm goin' thataway!
Which way they' goin'?
They' goin' thataway!
Which way we goin'?
We goin' thataway!
He could, go all, the way...!

(x2)

People, all freaked out,
Can't, just relax,
Not even Spice Girls,
"Tell me what you want!"
It's the facts,
Can't look, a man, in the eye,
Lets us know, to relax,
Can't, see a woman shy,
Grow bold, as I slack,

Can't see the space,
In front of my face, or grace, it's a race,
To see, who got time to waste,
No thanks,

Good vibes, guy, say hi,
Tell me what's? On your mind?
You really look?
Kind of high?

Is it crack? Meth? Stress?
Work? Jerk? Don't help?
Break bread, break it down,
Break 'em off, or else,

From twitchin', like crackheads,
To spazzin', like zombies,
Gettin' credit, where it's due?
Do you, as a hobby,

Like, chillin' in the lobby,
Of, a fancy hotel,
Check these streets...

(sigh)

H'oh well...

H'oh well...

H'oh well...

(Chorus)

Which way you goin'?
I'm goin' thataway!
Which way they' goin'?
They' goin' thataway!
Which way we goin'?
We goin' thataway!
He could, go all, the way...!

(x2)

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Album: The Blocktrade Project or How We Learned To Relax and Beat Social Constipation

Song 4: I Got This

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Excited" by Hani G

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Aw yeah...

I got this...

(x4)

Walkin', with ya head up,
Hand in hand, with ya man,
Who's the man? With the plan?
To make a plan? Take a stand?

Make a grand into a mill'?
People, cash, chill,
Pop the will – pill,
Then, I will kill, if I gotta,

But, I got, a lotta time, left,
Rhymes left, the game,
But my game,
Never, left my prime, yet,

Step, to the mic,
'Cause, know that, my hype,
Beats, zebras talkin', on TV,
Wearin' all, different stripes,

Of, a different type,
Calm, cool, confidence, resonate,
Set it straight,
Warren G'd up, 'til I regulate,

Meditate, on a date,
'Til, she salivate,
Then she feelin' great, won the great debate,
Her love, conquors my love of hate...

(Chorus)

"Something's got me so excited, baby!
A feeling I've been holding back so long,
You got the shh--"

I got this...
I got you...
I gotta do...
What I gotta do...

(x4)

Chop, fifty trees down,
Chop 'em up, or we're dead,
This winter, who's a winner?
You can snack, before bed,

Smoke crack, before head,
From a nine, make me whine,
Or, ten's, and they' friends,
Great eight, feelin' fine,

Still, feelin' mine,
Might, chill a dime, with a line,
Hook and sink'er, 'cause a thinker,
Got 'em scared, to unwind,

A little fear, here and there,
Respect, for y'underwear,
Make y'ass, look great,
Movin' slow, right there,

Movin' flow, right hurr,
To right her, and him thurr,
Gender-neutralized,
Pushy, nervous, zombies, with furr,

On a dog, or a kitty,
Ain't worth a look, or the witty,
Feel me, in the city,
Or keep feelin'.... (shh---!)

Keep it happy, man!
Does it keep you happy man? Or ma'am?
Excuse the apostrophe in the palendrome,
But, damn!

Can't fight, quite the same,
Can't say, right the same,
Chickalculate, a million ways,
To avoid, that shame,

So, who got cool?
And, who got fun?
Put 'em both, together,
Hear me vrummm, at ya bum,
So, simple and plain,
It's sweet, like laffy taffy,
They put you here,
To make people happy...

(Chorus)

"Something's got me so excited, baby!
A feeling I've been holding back so long,
You got the shh--"

I got this...
I got you...
I gotta do...
What I gotta do...

(x4)

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Album: The Blocktrade Project or How We Learned To Relax and Beat Social Constipation

Song 5: Missing Interlude

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Knowledge" by The Winner

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I've been missing me,
And missing you,
And I know you've been missing you...
And missing me too...

(x2)

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Album: The Blocktrade Project or How We Learned To Relax and Beat Social Constipation

Song 6: Reprogram Interlude

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Tony's Lion" by The Winner

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Re-program,

Re-re-re,

Re-program...

(x3)

It's a little bit, chemical...

But mostly, it's mental...

Re, re, re-program...

(x4)

Mosh, mosh, mosh, mosh,

Louder...

Mosh, mosh, mosh, mosh,

Prouder...

It's a little bit, chemical...

But mostly, it's mental...

Re, re-re-program...

(x4)

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Album: The Blocktrade Project or How We Learned To Relax and Beat Social Constipation

Song 7: Bro Down

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Rise to Fame" by Amun Rah

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(Chorus)

This is a bro down...

"It's goin' down!"

(x8)

Aw yeah...

Ain't life great?

Woke up this morning the most powerful creature on earth...

Just keepin' busy...

Or finding someone, or something, to keep me in a good mood...

That's all...

See, men are simple...

It's nice, but we don't need no Dolce Gabanna, Prada, Mombasa, kielbassa, micasa sucasa, momma-say, momma-sah, mama cu-sa and all that crap...

Just four simple things really...

Generous servings, or heaping helpings, or copious quantities, or massive amounts, of money, power, p-ssy and respect...

That's all...

Simple blokes...

It was all, a dream,
Used to read, murda in magazines,
Wanna bang Salt'n'Pepa,
With Heavy D, up in a limousine,

Hangin' pictures on my wall,
Every Saturday, mack-attack,
Chasin' chickas,
Callin' balls!

(Chorus)

This is a bro down...

"It's goin' down!"

(x4)

In the same game, mane,
With, a new name, fame,
Means, fail at being normal,
Or, win a different killa, dame,

Feel a man, who feel a damn,
Thang, let ya chain hang,
Nuts bang, guts slang,
Hut one, hike -

"Man-go, with the flow!"
Like, salmon smashin' rocks?
Like ya future, full of shooters?
Thanks to clocks, and some stocks?

As we fall apart, know the darts,
From dark arts, spark hearts,
Beatin' fast,
Like they' tryin' out, for "Walking Dead" parts,

Saying less, stress, yes,
Every little thing, a mess,
Test, bless, confess: why blame?
Unless you blame your best?

Birds and bees, dumb-stingin',
In a hor-net's nest,
Where nothin', means somethin',
And somethin', means less?

Got .22's, .38's, .44's and .50 cal's,
Every man armed,
With a pen,
And a speed-dial,

Plus-plus, bust-bust, if we gotta,
That's a punch-punch,
For lunch-lunch,
Or, nut-a-butta,

Baby, can't enslave me,
When I gotta, pave the way for thee,
Cat-walkin', 'til a dog, stops barkin',
Breathin' easily...

(Chorus)

This is a bro down...

"It's going down!"

(x2)

Movin' like 'Pac, man,
Or, Pacman,
Findin' Ms. PacMan,
Tradin', tap-dance, for lap-dance,

Fat chance, these days,
Gender-bent, hermaphro-slaves,
Desperate for looks?
Doesn't, look good, it seems,

Mean? Maybe, or maybe not,
Depends on good,
Too good for, or not good enough,
At what you got,

Respect: No?
No problem, just, no solution,
In times of revolution,
Keep ya eyes closed, to mental pollution,

She in, and outta trouble,
With who? Men, stay alive,
Talk troops'n'tribe,
'Til everybody vibe,

Will, feeds chill,
'Til, everybody ride,
Slack-jawed shorties,
Be, everybody' bride,

Break 'em out, let 'em shine,
See, everybody hide,
And seek later, speak greater
For everybody' pride,

More power, o' more power,
See, everybody right,
Who, really wanna fight?
When you know, how to fight?

(Chorus)

This is a bro down...

"It's going down!"

(x4)

Back to walkin', and talkin', tall,
Chalkin', who hawkin' balls,
Mockin', the clockin', cluckin',
And stalkin', through malls,

Keep an eye on them girls,
Jus', don't make it all mushy,
Scar-learned, pickin' on chicks,
Makes you a wussy,

Can't do anything, a man do,
And, even if you can,
Don't make you feel, like a woman,
So, what we gon' do?

Stay biz, then chillaxed,
By a chick, with no pick-axe, to grind,
Swapped attitude, for pride,
So, we jacked,

Off, man-charge, and chickstasy,
'Til, we utter butter,
Tradin' up respect,
Or, perverted moshin', in the gutter,

From personal, to social,
Cultural, political,
Staircase, to hell-razin',
Heaven, for the critical,

Enough ammo,
To feed a nation,

Relax and celebrate,
We beat social constipation...

Relax and celebrate,
We beat social constipation...

(Chorus)

This is a bro down...

"It's going down!"

(x4)

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Album: Street Fame: Your Ticket To Ride

Song 1: Gotta Be Cool, Gotta Have Balls: Part 2 - Still Ballin'

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "What Thay Want" by Kevin McCall or K-Mac

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Gotta be cool...

Gotta have balls...

Alright...

Alright...

Alright...

It's on, and it's on, and it's on, and I'm poppin',
Off, never soft, never lost, ever laughin',
Cost to be boss, boss to be cost,
Constantly on, can't turn it off,
Only get, turnt up, burnt up,
Learnt up, spent up, pent up,
Yearned up, open up,
Blow!
How ya like me now?
Know me, owe me,
But, don't got, the Ginobili's,
Can't lift heavy, just lift stuff,
Can't lift Debbie, just look buff,
Can't Miss Eddie, just pulled up,
In a fat truck, lookin' bossed up, sayin' posse up,
Pu'ssaid what? So, what you suppose?
Them prose froze? Up-nose? O' poetic pose?
Full of kinetic flows, control souls, with the said-it woes,
Can't check with Reddit, befo' I let it go,
From, the bottom, of my salty-sweet soul,
Know, I got your heart, but your mind'll take mo',
Time, I got, still know it's on, so pop your --,
Hey Sherry, Terry, Larry, look what we got?
No matter what, stuntin', or stunted on a lot,
Blunt, drunk, crunk, thunk, or hunted on a lot,
Chill out, stop, cock, lock, and make 'ish pop,
From the belly of the beast, to the bully on ya block...

(Chorus)

Gotta be cool, gotta have balls...

That's what they want y'all...

Gotta be cool, gotta have balls...

That's what you want y'all...

(x2)

(Sean Connery, "The Untouchables":)

"You wanna get Capone?
Here's how you get him:
He pulls a knife, you pull a gun,
He sends one of yours to the hospital?
You send one if his to the morgue!
That's, the Chicago way,
And that's how you get Capone..."

Who said? He said? She said? Who's they?
Who's usin' they' head? In, any which way?
But, loose, in the caboose? Or, not loose enough?
Not losin' yo' hot? Not losin' yo' tough? Not losin' yo' snuff?
Film, live day-to-day, delay, on the stress build, pop that pill, or smile to chill, Bet, it took a while, to kill at will with an ice grill, nice will to swill, for a shill,
Sold? Don't bother, The Godfather of soul,
Devil' dealin' Don Dada, heard "The Devil Wears Prada",
Plan a hit, in all-mack, with a Makaveli Branded, armada,
Poppin'-collars, at, the almighty dollar,
Holla! Holla! Who's a rotweiller?
Flipped a noodle for a poodle, cock-a-doodle, rhyme swallah,
Follow the leader, like, but don't need her,
Tough as a Chevy, nice, like a Wal-Mart greeter,
Pair to play, at least two to win,
Hear the spin, drippin' from, my chinny-chin-chin,
Or tea-leaf reader, Tarot card feeder,
Hands over ya mouth, while down on ya knees,
I'm, aimin' at the Pharoah, and his greed,
Her voice, got my panties, in a bunch,
Like a breeder, with no future for my seeds,
So, I hear her, sayin',
Then, I hear me, louder, prouder,
You really want, power over power?

(Chorus)

Gotta be cool, gotta have balls...

That's what they want y'all...

Gotta be cool, gotta have balls...

That's what you want y'all...

(x4)

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Album: Street Fame: Your Ticket To Ride

Song 2: I'm Me

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "How Many Barz" by Kevin McCall or K-Mac

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Yeah...

I am, whatever you say I am...

Or, my version...

Yeah...

(Chorus)

Hey Stella!

I'm me...

Hey Fella!

I'm me...

(x1)

Who, the hell?

Do, you think, you are?

And, why, the hell?

Do, you think, at all?

(x2)

(Chorus)

Hey Stella!

I'm me...

Hey Fella!

I'm me...

(x1)

Wonder why?

I, sound off? Naw...

You know, you look, stressed,

And, I prefer, the sound, off...

But, don't respect, that I'm doin' somethin'?

Then, I don't respect, that you're doin' nuthin...

(Chorus)

Hey Stella!

I'm me...

Hey Fella!

I'm me...

(x1)

Yeah...

No respect?
No problem, no solution,
Nobody there, zombie ya later,
I, just, don't care,

Or, I might just dare,
Here ya go, there,
Super-hero flow,
No, long underwear...

(Chorus)

Hey Stella!

I'm me...

Hey Fella!

I'm me...

(x1)

Yeah...

I, wanna relax,

If, you don't, want me to,

Go fuh, fuh, fuh,

Find yourself,

Something else to do,

I ain't trippin',

You go ahead, and try,

Ego smash against these rocks,

I ain't watchin' you die...

(Chorus)

Hey Stella!

I'm me...

Hey Fella!

I'm me...

(x1)

Yeah...

Currency in stacks, artillery in the back,
Strapped, armies be camouflaged, in all-black,
When we attack, holler out my set,
Ninja, tighten yo' jaw, givin' birth to outlaws,
Street fame...

(Chorus)

Hey Stella!

I'm me...

Hey Fella!

I'm me...

(x1)

Yeah...

Can't be, and have fun?

Girl, ya useless, ya done,

Can't help, make it happen?

Then boy, you's a bum,

Seen, party favours,

In all, type of flavours,

Sour, after hour,

Say hello, to ya saviour...

(Chorus)

Hey Stella!

I'm me...

Hey Fella!

I'm me...

(x1)

Yeah!

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Album: Street Fame: Your Ticket To Ride

Song 3: Not 'Cause You Need it, Just 'Cause You Wannit

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "I'm Rollin'" by Kevin McCall or K-Mac

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Rah!

(x7)

Beast mode...

Chill,
Chillin' out,
Chillin' out some mo'...

(x4)

Not talkin',
Then "Walkin' Dead" bro...

(x2)

Beast mode...

(Chorus)

Not, 'cause you need it,
Just, 'cause you wannit...

(x4)

Say, you need nothin',
But, then you want everything...

Say, I'll get something,
But, then I want to hear you sing...

Part, big softy,
Part, stone cold killer,
What you ho's want?
Oh, you don't know either?

Big Daddy, so realer,
You compete, to cop a feel-her,
Might jack, mo' peeps,
Than, Mike Jack's "Thriller",

Don't, waste my time,
Or, I'll waste your mind,
And, you don't, mind,
Just think, what a find!

Get to hit, that shit?
Alright, my wigga,
Why ya pussy make ya balls small?
And make, mine bigger?

Go figure, slow figure,
Tell me, who's that bigga?
Itchy, for a trigger finger,
Or, at least six figures,

Let's get down, to business,
I ain't got no time, to play around,
What is this?
Must be a circus in town,
Let's shut the shit (spit) down,
On these clowns, can I get a witness?
Hell yeah!

(Chorus)

Not, 'cause you need it,
Just, 'cause you wannit...

(x4)

Chill,
Chillin' out,
Chillin' out some mo'...

(x2)

Not talkin',
Then "Walkin' Dead" bro...

Don't look into, enough,
To be, right about, everything,
Yeah girl, you,
Why you bro's, think they trippin'?

Why, ya think, ya boy grippin'?
Off the nuns, and the strippin'?
Got, the women, and the children,
Fo' chillin', befo' trippin',

Balls!
From mausoleum's, to malls,
Don't settle, for stress,
Unless, I'm runnin' it all,

I'm in charge!
Defer, to needs, and wants,
Mo' free stuff?
Here's, ya do's, and don't's,

And, my will's, and won't's,
I need to chill, then bolt,
Busy man, doin' important things,
'Fuck you want?

Say, you need nothin',
But, then you want everything...

Say, I'll get something,
But, then I want to hear you sing...

Say, you need nothin',
But, then you want everything...

Say, I'll get something,
But, then...

Beast mode...

Big, scary, hairy, ugly, fuck,
I like it, like that,
Feel, sorry for myself,
And these, munchkins attack,

Have my nuts, for a snack,
And, can't get 'em back,
Ain't trade ass, for stress,
I wouldn't do you like that...

(Chorus)

Not, 'cause you need it,
Just, 'cause you wannit...

(x4)

Don't, start with me,
But, I will, let you finish,
Get, me swoll',
Like, Popeye off spinach,

Get y'ass in shape,
To be, worth my bidness,
Get my ass in shape,
To be, worth yo' digits,

Ain't watchin', nobody,
Freak-out, fuss, and fidget,
'Til, get blamed, for seein' em,
Like, they' pants, been shitted,

I'm a man,
Hope, we don't, bother each other,
And, don't scare, the girls,
After that, I don't bother,

And, oh boy, what a bother,
Got me, like The Godfather,
Back then, all love,
Now, I'm done, feelin' smothered,

I mind, my business,
You judge, every little thing,
I judge, a big mistake,
Until I rap, or sing...

Chill,
Chillin' out,
Chillin' out some mo',

(x4)

Say, you need nothin',
But, then you want everything...

Say, I'll get something,
But, then I want to hear you sing...

(Chorus)

Not, 'cause you need it,
Just, 'cause you wannit...

(x4)

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Album: Street Fame: Your Ticket To Ride

Song 4: No Country For Old Men

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Have It" by Kevin McCall or K-Mac

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This, is your emergency broadscast system...

Introducing... your option.

(Chorus)

No country, for old men?
We can still, take it back!
No country, for old men?
Still, got a sack!

Don't worry, 'bout what I'll do,
Respect, what I can,
No country, for old men?
Who can stop us, man?

(x2)

I'm, "just" a man?
Ha! Then you're, "just" a woman!
Oops, now you're all mad,
Wanna call the cops? Or start suin'?

Good luck,
Gettin' raped, by the red-tape,
Another victim, of the system,
'Til, we set it straight,

Next in line,
After the cops, of course,
No guns, involved,
I'll, at least, discourse,

Ain't feelin', divorce,
For, my socks on the floor,
I just, got home,
From bein', a workin' whore...

(Chorus)

No country, for old men?
We can still, take it back!
No country, for old men?
Still, got a sack!

Don't worry, 'bout what I'll do,
Respect, what I can,
No country, for old men?
Who can stop us, man?

(x2)

A, hundred years,
Of social engineerin', don't bug me,
Still get, thug-love,
And, it's good, to be busy,

Not, a slave-plantation,
Where, the chicks, in charge,
Of takin', the biggest, black guys,
And, makin' 'em feel, less large,

I'm servin' up,
Sigh-laugh, chick-cocktails,
Get smashed, off the laughs,
Get to work, outta jail,

They start, throwin' punches?
Wrap 'em, in a bear-hug,
And, once they calm down,
Make, sweet-sweet love...

(Chorus)

No country, for old men?
We can still, take it back!
No country, for old men?
Still, got a sack!

Don't worry, 'bout what I'll do,
Respect, what I can,
No country, for old men?
Who can stop us, man?

(x2)

Ain't all, about you,
Girl, you wouldn't respect, that,
Cut each other, up at parties?
Break, and say "your perfect" trap?

I, don't, blame, you,
For, what, do you know?
Maybe, what you're s'posed to,
Now, how 'bout you, bro?

These, cute, little creatures,
Gotta plan, plot and scheme,
Big scary ones, lose it,
Nightmare's, not a dream,

I'll trade, soft-sides,
'Cause, my hard one'll kill ya,
Or, chill ya,
Good thing, we like ya, now will ya?

Relax,
Like, we and you, want to,
Wanna do, what I gotta do,
To make sure, you can to,

So, feel, how it sound,
When, they play, "Jump Around"
And, balls, hit the ground,
Gine'y (heiny) tingle, at the sound...

Yeah...

I know you grandma's askin' teenage girls for advice on what yoga pants make your ass look great. The answer is none and you all lie to each other. So, we'll have fun, but we're not being run into the ground by a bunch of teenage girls...

(Chorus)

No country, for old men?
We can still, take it back!
No country, for old men?
Still, got a sack!

Don't worry, 'bout what I'll do,
Respect, what I can,
No country, for old men?
Who can stop us, man?

(x2)

Yeah...

Here endeth the lesson...

Now...

Feel free to relax and get back to work...

You know who I'm talkin' to...

Women takin' on more and men less stress than they need...

Now, I'm generalizing, but I love that word, "Generalizing"...

"I'm Generalizing"... so we generally know what works.

You can differ and do what you want...

But, if you're not happy, don't forget how to be.

Love, ya boyfriend.

Nah, ya manfriend!

Yeah!

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Album: Street Fame: Your Ticket To Ride

Song 5: Party in The Dot

Artist: Black Krishna

Beat: "Freaky I'm Is" by Kevin McCall or K-Mac

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Yeah...

Uh huh...

Like many artists...

Individuals, and creative thinkers...

I'm one of the people DJ'ing this party...

So, let's all get along, shall we?

Who's got security?

Who's got insecurity?

Who's got cool?

Who's got fun?

Well, we either have it, or we don't.

So, let's have it then...

Tell me, what you want?

What you, really-really want?

Don't know? Or won't say?

I'd better get, this one...

(Chorus)

Party in The Dot,
And, it's gettin' kind of hot,
Party in The Dot,
Party in The Dot,

When these, bars talk,
They create, the bar-talk,
Of the future, full of shooters,
Jell-O shots, and some Glocks...

(x2)

Shake, shake,
Shake that girl,

Shake, shake,
Shake that world,

From your shoulders,
"She's like the wind..."
Gettin' colder,
Try'n'a get bolder, wanna say I told her,

When boxers, got boulders,
You can do, anything,
When soldiers, are folders,
Ya stuck, missin' them,

Everybody, relax,
Don't, just wonder, when you can,
Who's the man?
With the master plan?

House party, everywhere,
Everywhere, you dare,
To look, and feel your best,
Okay, so there,

Sex, is the religion,
Of, the masses,

Science, is the religion,
Of, the upper classes,

Sex,
Takes, too much, time,

We're not all, fruit flies,
Dippin' noses, into wine,

Sexy,
Can take, all day,

Until, you high enough to fly...
Long as, you know the way...

(Chorus)

Party in The Dot,
And, it's gettin' kind of hot,
Party in The Dot,
Party in The Dot,

When these, bars talk,
They create, the bar-talk,
Of the future, full of shooters,
Jell-O shots, and some Glocks...

(x2)

Gay pride, straight pride,
Black pride, white pride,
Don't, make me wanna, hide,
When, you wanna say, hi,

Boy pride, girl pride,
Everybody, in the world, pride,
Don't, make me, wanna ride,
Then, make me, wanna hide,

Rape and kill,
White girls, on TV,
Chop 'em up, again,
Just, to say, it's kind of neat?
That's not, "just life", or "don't watch",
That's, some hardcore, mind-control,
To mitigate,
Or squash,

Intelligent men,
With, intelligent thoughts,
Smart enough, to play dumb,
When, she trades soft,

Smart enough, to have fun,
When, he wants, to pop-off,
To keep, from takin' it, straight,
Up the wazoo, gettin' soft,

Now, just a man,
Speakin' his mind,
Naw, not "just" a man, or stuck,
With a horse's behind,

Perhaps, you think, I'm a fool,
But, since ya thinkin',
Know, my balls,
Got, gravitational pull...

Oooohhh...

This what you want?

(Chorus)

Party in The Dot,
And, it's gettin' kind of hot,
Party in The Dot,
Party in The Dot,

When these, bars talk,
They create, the bar-talk,
Of the future, full of shooters,
Jell-O shots, and some Glocks...

(x4)

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