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23 - Closer (feat. D-Rick from Blackhawks)
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Every day, we get a little closer to realizing our dreams.
Nod ya heads...break ya necks...listen to the knowledge in these mic checks. Music at it's finest.
International crew based out of Canada and the US...Edmonton, AB & Miami, FL. Affliates in Detroit, NYC, Ohio, Atlanta and BC. Group consists of: J-Soul (Emcee/Producer): from Edmonton, AB representing Hi-Calibre crew, Ace Records & GID Entertainment. San Quentin (Producer/Emcee): from Rochester, NY representing upstate and dirty south. OMG! Productions and GID Entertainment.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #3,933
Peak in subgenre #2,077
Author
Music: Q. Livingston; Arranged: J. MacDonald; Lyri
Rights
2003
Uploaded
September 29, 2003
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MP3 7.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
everyone has dreams...these three individuals are no different.
Lyrics
Q: I'm a little bit closer to rockin' a flow/ rockin' a show/ makin' these beats, you know how it goes/ hot shit every day knockin' down ya door/ me and J-Soul bout to give you some mo'/ shit get hot from here to Acapulco, yo/ we gettin' closer/ to knockin' niggas like trees did Sonny Bono/ and my eyes stay chinky like Hideo Nomo/ with beats like these, you couldn't tackle even if you was playin' in the pro bowl/ we gettin' closer to shuttin' down the industry/ since the 80's this hiphop shit has never been the same/ weak ass niggas done came and rearranged/ now they're feeding us hiphop MSG for the brain/ so insane/ that's why I came to fuck up the game/ I've been plotting on this shit like pinky and the brain/ I got a lot of stamina so I will maintain/ and these thumpin' ass beats be blowin' up ya mainframe/ I'm not in it for the money or fame/ my name is already known in the eyes of the beholder/ that's why I'll always know that I'm a soldier/ GID, OMGP, we gettin' closer/ D-Rick: Tryin' to be higher than what Scotty beam up/ closer to climax/ bustin' hard with no pre-nut/ ain't a team that can see us/ married to this game with no pre-nup/ on a mission to get my cream up/ stitch the seam up/ through walks of life/ rippin' like the clothes of the Incredible Hulk on the mic/ flexin' this muscle o' hustle/ bench pressin' obstacles two and above you/ addictive flows injects speakers and drugs you/ I still ain't changed none/ far from where I came from/ close to where I wanna be along the path/ smashed all fags, chumps and wannabes/ flow tight as a 44 waist tryin' to fit inside 32 size Lee dungarees/ y'all niggas don't hear me though/ used to slang keys, now I spill slang on beats/ and dare niggas to anger me/ cuz grave is what the danger be/ for all competitors/ we bring an end to ya days/ you can spark all you want, but that ain't shit to a blaze/ approachin' the days of carribean shores, marble floors/ enjoyin' the fruit sayin' to myself "It's all yours"/ born ready for all the awards, 30,000 crowd tours/ over this world we soar/ I don't know 'bout the rest, I believe the Wu said the world is yours/ J-Soul: No time to slow down/ you in the back, we're in the foreground/ showin' how we made the streets sound sweet before/ before mics and beats, and dreamin' of jeeps/ sportin' British Knight sneaks/ roll in a Schwinn with 10 speeds/ MC Hammer tapes and my MC Hammer pants/ recordin' my self doin' all of MC Hammer's dance/ now I'm the one make rules bend and settin' trends/ lacing tracks to meet ends before the drama begins/ we leave you dead with a smashed benz on top of your driveway/ shout out to Karnage on the Hi-Calibre highway/ Unkle Sam supporting since I listened to Sade/ the hardway, working daily Monday to Friday/ weekly, new beats delivered speedy like McFeely/ bass rocks your solarplexus and leaves you reeling/ only option is to feel this, you're having troubles seeing/ obviously, we're bout to leave you unbelieving/
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