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Zed Peace holding it down for Brunei
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Peak #863
Peak in subgenre #47
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February 13, 2008
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MP3 1.8 MB 128 kbps 2:00
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I don't make black music, i don't make white music i make that black white yellow brown as fuck music I need a standpoint, somethin' that'll kill me cuz anything that we sayin' just happens to sound silly Allow me to introduce myself they call me zed peace definetly somethin' else Lets take it one step backwards in retrospect i literally came from nowhere had to watch my steps and we was bumpin' the shit that ya media pumpin across soundwaves and oceans to the back of my trunk and it was somethin' new and hard to say but we kept listenin', you called it music, we called it a gateway It opened up my eyes and it got me hooked And a paper and a pen was like all it took We went from small town boys, to big city dreams To flyin' out the country to know how it feels Bought album after album, and track after track At that point i wouldn't trade it for my old life back I was studyin' the flow and the words they sayin' sayin' to myself one day i'll change the game It made a brother think, about makin' moves about how to use to the system to benefit you and i thought about the context, the larger scene about the people, the state wipe the region clean if i can use the music, to reach out to the folks then i'ma microphone bandit, and thats all he wrote i'm so ahead of my time, i'm from another realm like a director who cracked the formula for a good film and this is where it all starts, right here we taking you to future you got nothin' to fear so whatever it seems, alls is fair cuz the american dream, is a fareast nightmare
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