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Hip Hop, Rap, Funk, RnB, Beats
Now what's up all my music people. Glad you all came to check me out on soundclick.com. I'm J-1 (Da Runaway Slave) a.k.a. Mr. Drama, the leader of The Lost Nation Tribe. I'm rapping to you from the north side of the 44th parallel. As a true (902) representer, I gotta keep is real by spiting tight flows in a unique style that combines the flavours of the old and new. When I want to take a break from beat making and DJing, I write and record rhymes. My lyrics are laced with messages that range from real life topics such as love and hate, joy and pain, street dreams and ghetto reality. I know you never came here to read, you came to listen, so the best way to get to know J-1 is to click on the music link above, then play all the tracks on the site at the highest possible vloume. After that, show some love and holla at a playa on the message board or by e-mail. Don't forget to check out Hardtime Production Beats4sale and other artist from the Hardtime Productions Family. Peace and much love and respect to all you soundclick.com members and fans!!!
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,676
Peak in subgenre #824
Author
J-1 (Da Runaway Slave)
Rights
2004 Hardtime Productions
Uploaded
October 25, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 2:01
Story behind the song
Getting released on bail, after haters try to shake my game. Oh, and straight up, showing no love for a system that shows me no love! Statement Beats on this one *HOT*
Lyrics
Fresh Out On Bail, shoe laces in my hand I know yall wanna see me in jail for life mayn Babies momas and punk haters Try to provoke me Applying presure till explode Then the system chokes me Once a gain another nigga just goes down It's an everyday occurance when your Black living in Squaretown The racism is still alive and well FUk it, just change the city's name To the black living hell Last stop of the underground railroad B Who gives a fuck but but me I'll blow em up like Ossama G I read between the lines so I see what you can't see The goal is to elliminat my R.A.C.E. Slave ships and gun powder, brought across the sea Got me stranded in America, working for free Searching for a lost identity on B.E.T. I heard 5.0 wanna question me, but first I flee On a weekend, escapade, outta town, 4 free Thanks... Mr; Judge, now im double O. B. Dust the dirt off my shoulders And in back on the street Hardknocks, Hardtimes, you feeling my vibe Regroup with my click, The Lost Nation Tribe I plan to live forever, TuPac resurected Imma do this by any means nesesscary, like X did
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