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NY-based hip hop lyricist and producer.
Vocab, an artist hailing from New Rochelle, NY has been on the local hip-hop scene for a few years. Starting off as a rapper, he has expanded behind the scenes as a producer and engineer.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #4,062
Peak in subgenre #2,006
Author
Hayling Price
Rights
2005
Uploaded
May 26, 2005
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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[Verse One] I’m in a world where lots of stressin’ isn’t lessenin’/ surrounded by cellular phones and instant messagin’/ the 21st Century’s here, in full effect/ whether we like it or not, we gotta accept/ hearin’ terrorist bomb threats and, fakin’ attacks/ still don’t make me cool with the Patriot Act/ now we watching what we say where we go and what we do/ ‘cause Big Brother’s watching with his eyes on you/ the internet’s got people’s business in the streets/ people download into abodes and jack for beats/ now we can’t really tell what’s live/ ‘cause apparently reality’s replaying again on Channel 5/ people are working harder just to make that dough/ ‘cause gas prices are high while the spirits are low/ it’s hard to process this information like a Pentium/ but are we really making strides into the new millennium? [Chorus] I’m on a quest for enlightenment/ reading up making beats listening to rhymes and of course I’m writing ‘em/ that’s the formula I use to do this/ ‘cause I’m trying to bring a change to this hip-hop music [Verse Two] As I sit in the lab and handle this/ I feel like a painter staring at a brand new blank canvas/ paint pictures to convey my messages/ with lyrics and a beat, though I know more or less of it will/ never get played by most of the planet/ I ran it, on back ‘cause the haters can’t stand it/ you couldn’t judge me if ya knew me/ since most of my boys think I spit like I’m rockin’ a kufi/ so don’t try to come at me talking like, “how are ya?”/ I’ll slap the beret off your shirt, with Che Guevara/ talking “stick it to the man” and “get it while you can”/ fake revolutionaries who heard shots and ran/ so nonconformity isn’t different it’s a trend/ and individuality’s another way to blend/ some speaking like scholars while they’re barking in Ebonics/ need to get hooked on phonics/ I think it’s so ironic [Chorus] [Verse Three] When I spit I use a method that’s unorthodox/ I don’t talk about the drugs hoes or the glocks/ and it seems to me, the market’s oversaturated/ with fake storytellers and tales they fabricated/ now I’ma spit the truth and that’s one hundred percent/ because I talk what I know in the rhymes I invent/ you see some emcee’s just posses my pet peeve/ wearing all their insecurities right on their sleeve/ like we really don’t know what kind of cash you got/ and like we never seen the yacht that’s parked in the dock/ and they got the nerve to talk about unity/ take that ice and invest in the community/ and radio’s a contest between the hardest/ or a watered-down collabo with an R&B artist/ no content, no flow, just beats/ what happened to the music that was born in the streets?
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