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"Poofin' with Iroquoi chieftains/ disputin' true pollution and its many distinctions/"- Tone Dogg Raw(produced by Cal-S-thetics)
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So. Cal locals addressing necessities and building upon legacies to fulfill our destinies. Straight Hip Hop, No Chaser...
Let us introduce you to Cal-S-thetics- resident producer and emcee, Tone Dogg Raw- raw rhyme writer and emcee, and Ric the New Rula- beatbox general and emcee all of whom are delighted to have ya on this voyage with us upon the Glass Bottom Boat aka the Pens Men's ship aka the window to the world. Watch as our pens flow on fresh soundwaves opening up the world through the porthole of hip hop...
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #1,342
Peak in subgenre #692
Author
C. Sakioka & A. Garcia
Rights
2002 Glass Bottom Boat Productions
Uploaded
September 29, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
While chillin', my brother's homie, Jocelyn, told us she looked up a new word everyday if she remembered. That day we went over she happened to look up the word Tacit: meaning something which is not discussed openly or unspoken (Actually, a better definition is available on the chorus, check it). That night I made the beat and thought it would be a perfect fit for some raw dogg rapping. The next day I talked to Tone via phone and told him the word and told him to write, the rest is on the record. A personal favorite of mine, hope you enjoy...
Lyrics
(Verse 1) You's an emcee man/ if not than you can't/ understand/ the feeling of holding this mic in my hand/ it's hotter than the contraband/ a sun tan/ a frying pan/ it's powerful like vince mcmahon/ a shogun of a clan/ up in feudal Japan/when I be rappin' this up like saran/ I see that it is grand/ visiting foreign lands/ more precious than a crackheads gram/ advance is difficult just like a final exam/ yet on the flip side of the same ven diagram/ I wrote this while I was shittin' on the can/ that's neither here nor there/ ideas trapped between overlapping spheres/ still the crowd overhears/ 'cause Cal engineers/ hearin' them cheer/ is like intoxication off of too much beers/ crashed on the stern on the boat off the pier/ it's giving me the premise to shout, 'Yo, We Here!'/ dangerous depiction of them digits in the air/ I speak it/ how I sees fit/ pass on the preaching/ recapture releasing/ the music at the meeting/ of confucius and abe lincoln/ poofin' with iroquoi chieftains/ disputing true pollution and its many distinctions/ I describe this like that for profuse reasons/ I'm one with the catharsis of ingenius/ the rap is like napolean and sun tsu in combat/ stategically I reach the launch pad/ with me/ and the beat/ complete/ in contact/ styles compared to keep your sneaks neat and all that/ (Chorus) Tacit is the unspoken/ silent, never expressed in open/ but it's time that I implied it/ adjective/ describing/ the undesribed allignment/ like when an enigmatic man surpasses the average/ status while rapping/ throwing down the total package/ as he bust a hush comes over the mass/ the moment after their reaction/ and before they started clapping/ That shit's Tacit... (Verse 2) Yaaahh... Envigoration of flows sane/ is undisclosed by prose/ for no reason/ engrossed/ in the overdose/ in my b-boy post/ and my loccs/ on opposite coast/ but no description comes close/ to portraying the ghost/ making me both/ the vessel and the host/ I see the light peering through these dope/ telescopes/ I become submerged/ in the unspoken word/ never said nor inferred/ emperged with wise juice for solicitation of proverbs/ steadily served/ like potheads coppin' herb/ ya heard/ I'm writing rhymes with black pens upon the pad/ to revitalize the rap renaissance I had/ to keep it sacred like a church or mosque or synagouge/ it's sad they say it's dead and gone/ but every live lyrist survives with rhymes indefinite/ trying to describe our finds meticulous/ like each line's a limestone block among my pyramids/ still I keep it rolling like I'm sysafis/ but not in vain this is magnificence/ refine the blind and visionless/ they gon' listen to this in the hood as much as they smoke them menthol cigarettes/ I'm designed for grime don't disconnect/ I still got nine for prime, respect this shit/ until then, so much is left unsaid/ (Chorus) (cuts) with deep thoughts perplexing
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