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Busting out of Atlanta’s underground rap scene, J-RHEL is a lyrical force of nature on the mic, with expert wordplay and unique beats that bring candor to the dance floor. He’s the kid everybody knows from the hood, not from selling drugs or being a gansta, but from always being himself. Unafraid of taking chances and crossing the boundaries of Rap and R&B, J-RHEL has lived what he spits, and his new record, You Know My Name, explodes with fresh, head-turning rhymes that make you hit replay. Part of the new generation of Hip Hop spearheaded by visionaries like Kanye West and Jay-Z, J-RHEL has already shared the stage with the likes of Pastor Troy, Young Joc, Young Dro, Fabo of D4L, JT Money, and Cherish. His music appeals to the projects and the suburbs, the new school and the old school, by keeping it fly, keeping it honest, and keeping it real. The youngest of six brothers and sisters born on the west side of Charlotte, North Carolina, J-RHEL credits the strength and guidance of his mother and father for keeping him off the typical neighborhood path of drugs, gangs and jail, and into the discipline and honor of playing sports and being part of a family. At three years old, J-RHEL lost his older brother Boogie to a street shooting. His family managed to stay strong, and as a kid growing up, J-RHEL sang in church choirs and played any instrument he could get his hands on, enjoying the blessing of a loving family. At age nine, J-RHEL started watching his brother V rhyme and battle other MCs, and spent hours in the studio with him whenever V would baby-sit. However, his world was turned around once again when his brother Gary died from an AIDS infected needle, and at only eleven years old, J-RHEL turned to a tape recorder as the only way to express his grief, anger, and frustration through rhymes. Learning from the mistakes of his brothers, J-RHEL went on to become the first member of his family to go to college, with a football scholarship in West Virginia. Though he was being groomed for a career in the NFL, he became more serious about music, and transferred to continue school in Atlanta where a classmate heard his home-recorded rhymes and introduced him to Supasize Entertainment in 2003. They encouraged J-RHEL to write and record more material and helped him get started with live shows in Atlanta’s underground rap scene. His early recordings, like the popular “Carolina Juke,” were passed around on mix tapes, but when demand for more music became overwhelming, J-RHEL got back into the studio with producer Kamal aka The Element to record You Know My Name, which will is available through online retailers worldwide.
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#100,177 today Peak #714
#61,522 in subgenre Peak #387
Author
Jezrael Hood
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@ 2007 SUPASIZE MUSIC
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June 25, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:57
Lyrics
(1st verse) Converse sneaks, check! Jeans with a crease, check! Press up shirt, with the hammer on my hip, yeap! That’s for anybody thinking that I’m going to slip, Getting the banging on your ass like the bloods and the crips, (hey) Try to hold me down, but these haters lost their grip Now I’m floating in the sky like the Goodyear blimp. I’m realistic, these niggaz ain’t shit Call them lego men, they’re made of plastic (hey) Grab the trash bag for these garbage bastards (hey) Getting extra mics like these niggaz classics But I’m way better than more than a tad bit Try to pull a nigga down, how low can a crab get? Gotta quarantine a nigga cause the flow is too sick Flow immaculate, spitting rounds like clips (hey) Try to lock me to lock me down, but I got it lock down With the key to the city taking picture with the crown, like uh! (Hook) I from the city where they be getting to the money,Get dough! Five, ten, fifty to a hundreds, Get mo! Stay strap cause the streets so grimy, Get low! One to the head, put his ass on silence I’m from the city where them boys like to shine, Keep stunting! Top down, twenty-sixes on the ride, (hey) Keep stunting! Blanking out when they’re throwing up their signs Ya’ll know how it goes down! (2nd verse) Sharp to my left (check) bless to my right (check) Drama I aint worrying about, both games tight (yeap) Fly as we want to be, hoes on the pipe Middle fingers to the haters, it’s the Truders for life (hey) Told you I was coming, now I got the streets humming Niggaz getting record deals but they aint saying nothing Yea, I’m a boss, ya’ll just a tax write off Superman of the city, watch the boy fly off (hey) Steady on my grind cause I’m about getting rich (hey) Westside nigga on my Westside shit Gotta Westside swagger with a eastside chick She be loving how I be giving her that westside dick On West Boulevard yea I’m bumping my shit Call me Barry Bonds cause the boy make hits Got the city on smash, with the hammer in the dash If you run up on me plotting I’m going to let this bitch blast like, eh! (Hook) (3rd verse) Yea, I told you’re listening to something you’re not use to Better than the rest of them, my flow get like voo-doo Excuse you, you claim you’re number one; I’m bout to move you Number one contender moving up just to abuse you Watch just how I just cruise through, any hood Pulling up on the block like what’s really good Don’t smoke purp but I know niggaz who got plenty of No I am not a gangster, but I know niggaz with semis cuz One pull of the trigger have you laying down in plenty blood Raise by some ole G’s, ole G’s schooled me, Every since I was in school, hoes wanna to do me Yea, I heard your song, but your lyrics don’t move me So I gonna to set the bar so the people wont confuse me With these lame rappers who be talking about nada You boys ice cold, while I steaming like a sauna No gangsta, no grill, but I still bring the drama, I keep it so hood man (Hook) Ya’ll know how it goes down!
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