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Life is a building process. Everyday, every step, every breath, contributes to who you become. Who that is, is up to you. Beat by Ill Poetic, for the album "To Mock A Killingbird".
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Hiphop used to mean something, and Odub believes that it still can. Inspired by real life, he is more interested in making good music that people can relate to
Hip Hop has gotten too hard core. Simple. I take it down a notch....back to the days when rappers had more to talk about than guns, money, jewels, cars and women. Rap with a message, and well, some just for the flow of it.
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
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Peak #454
Peak in subgenre #216
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Kris Hampton
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March 22, 2015
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:21
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[intro] Build. Let's build it up. Yeah. C'mon and help me, help me build it up. Uh. Let's build it up. Let's build. Yeah. [verse 1] Now when I say build it up I don't mean to make it larger What I hope is that you'll raise it like a daughter Take it further, stretch it farther Yeah I'm askin you to act like a father Not a martyr. Pardon me while I excise the excess fears that you harbor Tears are just the start of Somethin smarter The art of tryin to understand what you're part of [verse 2} I wrote a letter to my future self Thanking him for all his help He gave me something to leap toward A bigger goal than the me of old ever would have reached for And so I seek more Wonderin what these wings are for? They're so I can soar I know I have to leave where my nest is It's the only way to see what my best is You wanna test this? Shit, just try and hold me back next time I feel restless Bring you best six men to restrain me There's not a cage strong enough to contain me This confidence may cause you to stare But I'm not on the fence about the double dog dare Not gonna mince any truth that I share I'm building myself, put it all out there. [verse 3] This is not a song that was written to convince you It's anecdotal evidence meant to uplift you The antidote to all the shit that you been through Been abused, been bruised, I'm here to defend you Atticus Finch you, Anne Frank in the attic, safest place that you been to Black, white or jew I'll befriend you And any other color bird, sing a song, be a friend true But if your song don't hold up to scrutiny And your words just don't ring truthfully I'm a give you one chance to undo it free I suggest that you sing carefully Then if your song still just ain't movin me And your words just don't ring truthfully It don't matter if you once meant the moon to me Just assume that there won't be no you and me. [verse 4] See my man Ill Poetic stretched and primed the canvas I'm just here to question the answers I'm questin for answers, contestin the lessons, no guessin This could be the answer to your questions Now you can't see a broken life through illegal window tint Shattered glass, lost innocence In a sense I was standin on the fence Where my life would end up, Where my life would end So it begins with a look back Concrete callin through those sidewalk cracks It's voice familiar, trapped in my memory A much younger me askin "Do you remember me?" "And even though I'm still in my infancy, I was hopin you would grant me clemency." I said "You aren't just part of me, you were the start of me Your feet in these streets is the heart of our artistry.
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