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Critical And Dablendz - Slightly Nostalgic
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Needed To Put A Track On So Heres One I Did With DaBlendz, He Did The Sick Beat And Scratchin, i Dropped The Verses
critical uk
Critcal.... Unique UK Hip-Hop, For Fans Of Out Da Ville, Jehst, Braintax.
!!!!NOW AT www.soundclick.com/skepticrecords Critical. Est. 1985. UK, Sheffield. Emcee, Producer... Dark Beats And Tempremental. "I am left to stagnate, vegetate and to regress; left to confront my solitary head-on with people who have eyes but don't see and who have ears but don't hear, who have mouths but don't speak." - Robert Maudsley
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Charts
Peak #7,730
Peak in subgenre #4,456
Author
Critical/DaBlendz
Rights
Critical Entertainment/DaBlendz
Uploaded
April 13, 2003
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MP3 1.9 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
DaBlendz Asked Me If I Wanted To Do A Track With Him, So I Did.
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Critical: Lyrics, breaking laws of entire physics, non - scientific, writen in hyrogliphics, using alchemists and chemistry, to rip away the UK's pychological therapy, taking jelousy and creatin heaveny beats, research medically, every week, never to speak of this biological warfare, theres never any reason or probable cause there, no gas masks, no last gasps, no falling back on the crash mats, Its been thrown back and forth, and chewed right down to the apple cores, untill it just happens more, blood smeared on this rappin sword, face to face like fire and ice, air released like tires are sliced, UK hip hop been taken as high as a kite, mystical illusions performed with wire and lights, we listenin descritly through stephascopes, hearin beats and metronomes, were a series these are sneak peak episodes, ever so, slightly nostalgic so just let it go, were the torch in darkness, the thought thats heartless, the detailed graffiti caught in arches, the revolution whos forcin marches, and were the spring where the waters started. Back drops of ancient greece, patients seek, the answers, waitin for the nations peak, hearts race and beat, universe at a stand still, sucked in like over tensed land fill, follow the yellow brick road, where ever it goes, your never too old, to drop the heaviest flows, and make the planet errupt, as if its not damaged enough, were like the cops and we have it in cuffs, drugs through intrveinus, lead us into sieziures where all our thoughts are fine, but its fantasy like jesus turning water into wine but its not up to us to all decide, whats real and whats make believe, i change the freeze, with tempretures above 108 degrees, take the greif, and kick it till i break my knees, and turn all the hate to peace, flip the pen lid, and re-write the theories of the red shit, yout gotta live and let live, until it sets in, that your not taking a step, the world just rotates around you, and waits for the rest. Irrepressable memories, enemies, hip-hop the centre piece, never siece, to amaze forever breathe, and never quit until i gain the props ive never seen, but its looking like the weathers bleak and suddenly i see something so beautiful its like im pushin my face against heavens screen. i cant take my eyes of it. Its like im paralised from the neck down.
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