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Isn't It Amazin'
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It's classic, smooth hip-hop braggadocio with a cool mix of jazz and rock flavors.
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Hip-hop, Metal, Alternative, Pop, Jazz, Funk
Corner Stone is a group of stylistic nomads. As soon as you settle into one of their laid-back funky tunes like "Isn't It Amazin'", they break left and smash full throttle into one of their heavy pit bangers like "Witcha". Their CD "Corrective Action" encapsulates the thoughts, feelings and overall attitudes of the band's members. Despite only sharing a few influences here and there, Corner Stone's tracks on an individual basis come across as cohesive, fluid and unforced. Corner Stone has been steadily working their way up into being one of the top tier bands in their hometown of Vegas since debuting in February of 2001. They've become a consistently good draw in addition to snagging Band of the Month honors on the lvlocalmusicscene.com site and a full-page article in local publication City Life Magazine in June of 2002. With a relentless promotion ethic, wonderful support from fans, local promoters and radio and their new CD in hand, the band is looking to leave the nest and start exposing the rest of the world to what they're all about. And that is ... good music regardless of what category it's thrown into.
Song Info
Charts
#161,463 today Peak #93
#15,990 in subgenre Peak #9
Author
Lyrics: Randall Logan Music: Bobby Hunter/Jose P
Rights
2003
Uploaded
May 14, 2003
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MP3 4.0 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
The song was originally a hip-hop track that was produced by our first DJ, Bobby "DJ Karma" Hunter. He and I both rapped on the song then. When we formed Corner Stone, we decided to incorporate the song into the band's repetoire. After Bobby left the band, I just filled in the blanks and we went on to re-record the song and we continue to perform it.
Lyrics
ISN'T IT AMAZIN' I could blow at any second / Like a 30lb. block of plastique / Attached to a fuel tanker / With a gasoline leak / And when we sew the scene up / Best believe that we're gonna keep it hemmed / While jokers on the wayside / Continue to fall off / Like leper limbs / I'm sickenin' / Vomit inducin', causin' fever / Stuffy heads and body achin' / Not steady mobbin' / But steady makin' / So many different kinds of jams / For so many different kinds of shows / That even my white homies peep my shit and say / "Dude, that rocks, bro" / I'm no beginner bitch / I can tell not everyone wants me here / So just in case anyone starts gettin' any bright ideas / I've got a dimmer switch / From the umbilical cord /To the mic cord / 'Til the Fates snip my thread / And I cross Heaven's Gates / Through the grace of the Lord / Not to be rude / But a lot of jokers couldn't drop some hot shit / If they sat over an open flame / An hour after eatin' spicy Mexican food / You can't deny that / Years later, I'm causin' flashbacks / As if every rhyme was laced with LSD / Now trip off that -CHORUS- Isn't it amazin' / The way we manage to keep it so blazin' / That the heat that's given off / Makes the polar caps defrost / Isn't it amazin' / How even at the day's end / We still illuminate the skies / When the sun drops behind the horizon Soon as I boot up /Jokers think I'm calm, cool and collected / And that's true, but / I'm not to be Disrespected / My name's Jigsaw / So I do cut / Into confidence and into your egos / I'm virtually part of your reality / Sound intercourse / Delivered with resounding force / Tweeters whine and woofers moan / My hands achieve a successful uplink to microphones / But be careful what you choose to download / 'Cause every Corner Stone file / Stays droppin 'jewels / On all rhinestone rhyme styles / My information superhighway's like the Autobahn / Man, the shit I'm on / Be fryin' the bonds between neurons / I'm in the storm troopin’ / Blaster past stun / So if you got the nerve / I'll be the brother / Bouncin' on your last one / All my attempts to hit you in the head fail / 'Cause I always go over it / With 100% use of your brain / You'd still bae a half wit / So sit back / Get caught in my web of sight and sound / Double-click our moniker / Processin' 3-D CS on your monitor -CHORUS- My peoples cover the remainder of the 360 degrees / That you think I don't see / So as far as space / There's none residual / For any individual to penetrate / I locate 'em in my peripherals / Then we intercept / And neutralize trespassers / On general principle / Watch them folls freeze up / Like deers in headlights / I guess we'll be dinin' on venison / Catch wreck like Sam Kinison / Presentation's top notch / From the start gate to the finishin' / Our manner’s peaceful / But presence, still menacin' / While many others' efforts prove meager / We stay on point / Like petrified extended index fingers / Roll deep like a paraplegic basketball team / Half of y'all's dreams / Don't even touch our reality / No wonder y'all steamed / Space'll have to be rearranged / And now that we're here / The peckin' order will have to change / Mind state inexplicable / Damage done where and where not applicable / And how we come at you next / Is totally unpredictable -CHORUS-
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