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Rabid Thought - Creatures
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Rabid Thought (the Poet) aka Thought Form (the Producer) aka Rhetoric (the Emcee) aka Johnny Hot Lix (the Musician) was born John Benjamin Warner on Friday May 13th, 1977 in the small rural town of Camden, Maine. A trained pianist, and percussionist much of his youth was spent behind a kit in various studios and garages. Playing for a variety of bands in genres from jazz/blues/rock, to hardcore & metal, to ska & reage. Giving up on his music career aspirations his senior year in high school he defected to the dark side and enrolled in the Information Technology program at Rochester Institute of Technology in New York. His time spent there though a huge waste of time and money did bring him to be as one with his computer, and this began to open his eyes to its music production potentials. After dropping out of college fate brought him to the mountain town of Durango, Colorado. It was here that Da Funky Allstars were given life ... the ten piece funk/rock/hip-hop group fell as fast as they rose but it brought two hungry artists together. Thus was Sayonx born ... http://www.soundclick.com/sayonx/ ... Koolie Blue from Raleigh, North Carolina proved to be a driving force, inspiring John to hone his newely found emcee skills as well as to begin his career as a producer.
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Peak #8,105
Peak in subgenre #4,906
Author
Rabid Mind Productions
Rights
2004 - Rabid Mind Productions
Uploaded
September 05, 2004
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MP3 1.8 MB 128 kbps 0:00
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I'm not really here I'm just a thought n if you stop thinkin' bout me then I drop off your radar n take my shot bring a blood clot to your brain some thought through the rain they could see a hooded figure with a swollen brain blood leakin from the ears poolin on the pavement holdin back a smile but just couldn't contain it mumbelin somethin about self richeous rhetoric weather it was better it was over slow or over quick sight of the man would make you sick somethin in his hand lookin like an ice pick gripped it with a vice grip twitchin like his mind slipped with twisted features lips was leeches at his hips two little creatures jumpin around makin a sound like high voltage with no ground snaps cracks n hisses with a clap of light n three kisses they was gone etched in the ground where they stood the words to this song n the man on my arm won't live to see the next dawn [Chorus] death can come easy you best to appease me if your breath is freezing you know its me lay yourself down make it easy on yourself now open up your mind and find I'll my way inside make myself at home start to mining/drillin for my gold that mucus from your nose is just excess of brain matter my sucess is all that matters not your life n if you comply with my will you might get it back alright
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