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ya, we'll get there someday, hopefully ...... The Spectrum ft. Lil P(Me)...(Beat-Miss Fat Booty-Mos Def)
hiphop rap new school real world conspiracies important s
yeshua, jesus, christianity, catholicism, conspiracy theories, corruption, rap, hip hop, real world issues, screw the illuminati, weather, modification, electro
Okay, so it's July 1st 2008, about 3 years since I last updated this little intro thing... You are at the original soundclick page of Adam aka Lil P aka A.J. Hustler aka Sylint Saint Started making beats with FL at the beginning of the year...you can hear those beats at www.soundclick.com/sylintsaintinstrumentals , and since I got FL, I decided to do up an album or 2... First is 'Saint In Silence', you can hear that at www.soundclick.com/sylintsaintsaintinsilence , got a couple chorus's to finish up to finish that album... Got another alias page at www.soundclick.com/sylintsaint , basically a preview of finished tracks for the next album "This Is Crazy" If you like the music on my pages, you can also add me on myspace at www.myspace.com/sylintsaint
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Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
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The Spectrum ft. Lil P
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October 31, 2005
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Intro ...[Girl Singing]...{and The Spectrum} Verse 1 : 34 lines (0:21){The Spectrum} Remember back in the days, the guns and the crews/ DJ Kool Herc, on the 1's and the 2's/ Wired to the street lamp, fire those beats man/ Watch for the police man, and the d's in the van/ Looking to bust us, no difference between those flipping keys or grams/ Rap, ball, or hustle, these are our plans/ Whatever it takes, to lie under trees in the sand/ Y'all quick to judge, but please understand/ Fathers ain't around, and they seeds almost ten/ No one bother come around, when you need a hand/ But dealers around, whenever you need a gram/ What I need is a plan, some weed and a fam/ That'll bleed, not scram, what you need my man/ Never take the stand, but I better save a grand/ Bail money come in hand, stay gully, gun in pants/ That is the lifestyle, five mile, wife smile/ Trife child, life's wild, Spec clever and gifted/ Got the heaviest 4 pound, that you ever lifted/ I'm trynna take it back, never fake on the track/ Shoot snakes in the grass, start a whole movement/ And make it last, this ain't just a phase/ Manifest my rage, into things you can relate/ And not bullshit, how we sling for cake/ Or them things we hate, but positive balance/ Expose our talents, smash stereotypes/ Fuck the radio, who cares what they like/ Fuck FCC, I will shoot their sheriff/ I will not create music, on a formula generic/ I come original, with none of that rigid style / That ever be boring, these hooks got me snoring/ They cooking them tracks, put in too much powder/ Whisper on their songs, Spec spit louder/ So respect my power, I didn't fall for the traps/ When they knocked the towers, or sell out during hip hops darkest hour... Chorus : 8 lines worth (1:57) ...[Girl Singing]... Verse 2 : 32 lines (2:18){Adam aka Lil P} It's crucial and I can't afford to stop the flow/ The news that I spit is the sort you got to know/ Born to stop the show and flip open the curtain/ Tell the younger peeps they ain't the only ones searching/ For a way out of this giant ball of mess we live on/ Where authorities don't want to confess the pig's wrong/ {cut off in beat} But don't let your rents be the ones with the kid gone/ No pills, that shit's wrong, just chill and hit bongs/ Ya, we can find the way out/ Not sometime in the future though, the day's now/ Lay down and concentrate really hard on our fate/ On what's real and not and if you're part of the fake/ Like to participate in some large debates/ {cut off in beat} Til you're faced with a wild one and the card you hate/ My heart has raced, and my lung collapsed/ While you can barely breath it ain't fun to nap/ Stuck on your back, and to the hospital food/ No good TV was a hard enough obstacle too/ I've gotten through though, as you can tell, now I'm back/ Just to see more shit that puzzles me, how 'bout that/ I guess it really shouldn't be a surprise though/ Five-O's corrupt and we're seeing the lies grow/ Guys go into the army for additional funding/ When a bigger threat's at home, so they're technically running/ See I look at news and at the signs and the symbols/ To see that all of our time slowly dwindles/ {cut off in beat} Like a hell on Earth, skies'll be kindled/ By all sorts of outlets we're lied to and swindled/ I could try to bundle it into just one package/ But I can't cuz no longer can they hush the masses/ Know I'm thankful .. for the butter on my bread/ Prayers and sorrows for those who suffer til they're dead... Chorus[Outro] : 8 lines worth (3:42 - 4:02) ...[Girl Singing]...
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