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Dark samples scratched in with ambient sound and hard hitting lyrics
alternative hiphop rap music underground miami 305 rjd2 def jux aesop rock ironlung trip hip samurai electro
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Miami, Hip hop, Music, Underground, Alternative, rap, 305, Iron Lung, Aesop Rock, Rjd2, Def Jux, Trip hop, electro, Samurai Electro, Orlando, local, Miami
I started doing music for performance around 2000. I was the lead singer for a Miami metal band called “A Four Letter Word”. I earned my name here after trying out for the band with no mic or PA system, the other members where still able to hear me. The band grew in popularity without a real studio demo and while reviewing a contract sent to us by Mushroom Cloud Records, we disbanded. The drummer and guitarist would eventually get back together with a long time friend and form a new band called “Thick as Blood”, which is currently signed to Eulogy Records. The Drummer is also currently heading the new hardcore band “Knock’em Dead”. It was around 01’-02’ when I went back to my roots and started messing around with instrumentals. I spent a few years freestyling, writing and finding my own voice until finally, after a few life (and lyric) changing events, I released my first official mixtape around June of 2007 “10 Reasons Why You Won’t Like Lung EP”. February of 08’ saw the first release of “Samurai Electro”. This was a four track EP that was also sent out as a demo. It was re-released April 11th 2008 along with a new companion download featuring the acapellas and instrumentals. A compilation release featuring singles, collabs and rare tracks entitled "Underground Oddities" was released shortly after. The tracks dates range from before “10 Reasons” to after “Samurai Electro”. December of 2009 was the release of “The Lonely Hearts Club”; my first full-length instrumental album. Since then Underground Oddities Vol 2, and a collaboration project called “Iron-Phil-aments” (me mainly manning production, and Phil G on vocals) was released as a free download on Datpiff.com. 2010 also saw the release of a remix mixtape featuring some Def Jux favorites, Aesop Rock, Cage, and El-P; "Juxtaposition" was released on to Bandcamp.com along with another small EP called "Warning". I am currently working on my last free project before finishing the first and last Iron Lung Album. I am also producing a new EP for NY Legend C-Rayz Walz. Lots of new songs in the works, and shows to be booked soon, so become a fan!
Song Info
Charts
Peak #1,818
Peak in subgenre #151
Author
Iron Lung
Rights
2008
Uploaded
April 25, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB 128 kbps 4:40
Story behind the song
The instrumental was produced by Skott Phree for Iron Lung via Infynate Musik The theme was loosely based on the old movie "They Live" and the concept of ZOMBIE leaders Please Visit www.Myspace.com/IronLungMiami You can download a FULL Digital copy of the EP there for free This version also includes album art and a hidden song!
Lyrics
It was dark damp time / a place where skulls meet to plan a pow-wow focus group for the war scheme deviating periodically against all ordinary function / no prior knowledge foiled the plan formulated mass consumption / take a bottle down; and pass it around until no one in the room can clearly count the walls (damn) / manifested beer song held tightly in the glass; with no twist off cap to hold back the grown man’s gasps / peel back the label; feel the flavor dripping down your liquor hole straight down to your baby maker / you should’ve guessed it / the same things you once stood against; joined forces with after pure tom foolery only to back peddle when tested / and I say you speak; at least this much was earned / I say that we should all just…(shut the fuck up and wait your turn) / I say you challenge them to climb, light their rope on fire and let the motherfucker burn / I say you never saw the proof inside your captain, rationalized lack of passion as means to justify the actions / I say we only went through the actions as a part of the establishment / only asked questions after something bad happened / balancing acts and dairy products; call it a split / one chance too many to slice these paper wrists / the betting coin does not know which side to pick / so choice remains an illusion, as long as THEY live (As long as they live) we can only hope to be torn to bits as soon as that meteor hits (As long as they live) real artist will be scrutinized, compared unfairly and constantly second guessed (As long as they live) the wheels will keep turning until we refuse to walk, buy their shit, and sit (As long as they live) we can’t survive in this and I’ll cover my ears refuse to listen Penny for the agriculture / thoughts for rotten city of lost children sitting on the fallen loop all valley / tourney in 84’ with a cobra clutch mindset inside the body of a herbivore / like eat grass first / take them out to pasture; pump out the EQ so I can hear the master / one with the soul but still hating on the body in the next room passively sitting in the lobby / waiting for the turn to be mildly aggressive with a hair-pin turn into an alley of suggestive reasoning / umm well; why not this? Why not listen to the curse tattooed upon the fist / eggshell demeanor; I promise you can’t censor me / tip-toe the line you drew to walk across it gingerly / tentative to attack mode at the flip of a switch / and I’m sure you’ll never find a motherfucker like this / Lung is so dramatic in formation of the grammatical errors manipulated solely to establish a presence / words make the statement and the statement is in essence of Soul Caliber compressed smugly into a sentence / duped by the embellishment; placed within the medicine / to reach across the masses to belly of embarrassment / and as long as they live, I swear I’ll never get it / cause we all have an answer but no one knows the question (As long as they live) we can only hope to be torn to bits as soon as that meteor hits (As long as they live) real artist will be scrutinized, compared unfairly and constantly second guessed (As long as they live) the wheels will keep turning until we refuse to walk, buy their shit, and sit (As long as they live) we can’t survive in this and I’ll cover my ears refuse to listen
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