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Brace Yaself
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SL's 2004 smash hit, Brace Yaself, was widely slept on by mainstream heads, but received notable acclaim in the Bay Area underground circuit. It is audio adrenaline in it's purest form. Learn more by visiting http://www.stubbornlights.com
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SL is more than your cookie cutter Hip Hop act. They consistently bring heat that's battle-oriented, positive, introspective, and smart with a creative vision
Stubborn Lights is a Bay Area Hip Hop group that is ready to explode on the scene with the most refreshing Hip Hop to grace the spot in years. "T@X!" (simply stated as Tax) is the emcee of the crew who struts brash, informative, coastally ambiguous flavor over rugged, neck snapping beats produced by the crew’s man behind the music, Right Engle. Heavily influenced by John Coltrane and other Jazz greats, Right’s beats seem to stem from a place where razor wire and sunbeams coexist in harmony, making each track a definitely unique experience. Backed by the Bay Area’s own DJ Shameless of KZSU fame, Stubborn Lights truly refuse to not shine. With original, introspective, and pensive tracks, they are sure to leave you open and asking for more. Not your cookie cutter Hip Hop crew, SL is not afraid to take a holistic approach to Hip Hop and invites their listeners wholeheartedly into their world where Hip Hop pays homage to all it’s influences all the time. With songs like "Fiction," (featuring Bay Area poetess Akweta Colbert) an almost literal audible breath of fresh air that forces the listener to exhale, and "Mr. Radio Man," a hard edged exposé of the stale, monopolized world of Corporate America's commercial radio, the Lights cover the full spectrum of what's missing in Hip Hop today.
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Charts
Peak #587
Peak in subgenre #296
Author
Stubborn Lights
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Stubborn Lights Media 2003
Uploaded
May 13, 2005
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MP3 3.4 MB 128 kbps 3:40
Story behind the song
"Even without the verses, it was just one of those powerful joints that made me pop inside. I wasn't ready for the way it clicked musically, but as soon as the beat dropped, I locked myself in the lab and banged it out in a matter of an hour or so. Heat just kept pouring out...lyrical lava burned the page and scorched my pen. Now I use this as my daily mantra." - "T@X!"
Lyrics
My brain’s got a creative niche That’s similar to six cylinders Drop this sh*t like six enemas In sick cinemas I’ll be on the screen Lyrics mean and venomous But most cats Are like a bra stuffed packed They pretend to bust You no friend of us Raw Cali natives We could rock until the coppers sedate us Or try hard to separate us You flash your wrist with diamonds? You're masochistic Cuz Cali cats'll pull ya joints out of socket To lift it I’m gifted! True to life Verbalist Artistic Buddah Daoist and Christian Mystic Altruistic I go for broke on this mic But if you missed it? Check the way the sh*t I spit flips To hit your biscuit The intellectual misfit That changed the hitlist Took advice from De La Soul to flip the business And I’m in this I passed the gaurds, the guns, the dogs The fences The trip wire The infrared scopes And all the lenses The 1st man to live the righteous saga You could bring your bravada I’m rockin harder Than you ever thought I oughta Be a part of this or get hit Join the ranks of fly men These do or die men Or get bust on like a hymen Theres blood on this rap sheets I’m type A positive Since Ready to Die I realized That I gotta live At 16 I met the font condenser It was crunch time Boombap the back of the bus Or battlin at lunch time Hit T@x on the stalls Binzy Box blarin off in the halls Grabbed my balls and Females appalled But I’m a better man Spiritual king When I rock now Street English Renaissance type Switch ya block style Wild if you want Push ya way to the front But still brace yaself Cuz we about to get crunk!! CHORUS/HOOK I solicit sunsuits Son, my stamina is so-lar And so far My verbals be like face - meet my crowbar Equipped with the gift To use my lyrics like they're sonar Way past the point I lost a bout To average rap stars 1st man in a long time To mean the words I emit And stand behind each line That I build as hard as cement Inherit this!! Pass my mic off to my first born In case my body unites with ash from the firestorm I’m battlin these liars torn Between truth and image T@x never holds back [Smacks] you in the scrimmage [BRACE YASELF!] More than words from this rhyme guy Third eye shot for you Concept to live by Cali out to N.Y.C. People feel me T@x graduates class valedictorian easily Feasibly you and me Would never be lyrically Cuz I don’t like a lot And can’t stand the rest of these emceez An activist in my own right I write the rebirth every night So I impact life I see the light and rock the mic right Static from a vinyl might pop But that’s the sh*t we love You were never hip hop!! A life of blastin Gets ya a$$ in more trouble than it’s worth BELIEVE ME!!! I perceive a higher form of energy beneath me And above me The crowd loves me And I return the burn That keeps me up at night and shoves me To write rymes and create lines to form adrenaline Assasin with a pen that imagines like John Lennon A genuine master In the discipline of audio medicine Desperado It’s thick where my head has been Try to live adagio Slow it down’s the motto But life is like a fragmented tuned played stocatto I’m promising to learn tough like Tyson did D’amato I fortify today to brace myself for tomorrow... CHORUS/HOOK
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