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This one is dedicated to some favorite producers, whose names you'll find dropped throughout the course of the song. prod. by BlazeStar for BlazeStar Inc.
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Raised on hardcore/true-school ('93-'99) East Coast hip-hop, J-Kwest slings lyrical darts unlike any other. This 25-year old rap veteran / hip-hop connoisseur
Raised on hardcore/true-school ('93-'99) East Coast hip-hop, J-Kwest slings lyrical darts unlike any other. This rap veteran / hip-hop connoisseur hails from Burlington, Vermont, and his ever-changing style is truly a testament to uniqueness and creativity. Dissatisfied with the superficial and uninspired present state of hip-hop music, J spans a wide variety of topics that range from current events to politics, from personal issues to just sick wordplay -- not to mention a heavy dose of battle raps for good measure -- to enlighten through his talents while still keeping it original, interesting, and of course -- real. Production comes courtesy of Dr. Quandary, DJ MSP, Face One, and in-house producer BlazeStar, of BlazeStar Inc.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,662
Peak in subgenre #260
Author
J. Brauch
Rights
2003 BlazeStar Inc.
Uploaded
November 18, 2003
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The concept originally came to me after penning the line "so I make like the Roc, and Just Blaze"... Basically, I was feelin' like some producers should get propz, so I wanted to show my love (or non-love) by hittin 'em off with a joint strictly for them. So to those beatsmiths, should you ever hear this track, hope you enjoy it.
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The name's J-Kwest, stupid.. Just so you'll have no excuses, when ya crew's like "who's this?" I rhyme ruthless, but do some beats on the side So figured I could spit some lines, an shine for the producers You fuckfaces try to hit me wit ya rush plays Til i make like the Roc an JUST BLAZE, bitch I must stay blitzed, puffin the laced shit If I ain't, then I'm prob'ly off, up in the Matrix I ROCKWILDER than rottweilers on cocaine Stockpilin flows for days; y'all ain't got no game I dare those who boast fame to go against me Just to prove that they're the SKAREKROWS wit no brains Like JUJU, i beat nuts and screws loose Til you're too bruised to even figure out who's who Those who ain't respect catch neck wounds The Tech booms, but you sold out like the NEPTUNES It's time for step two, I'm chillin in a rec room Wit a DECK to catch wreck and bless tunes Ya whole crew birds like a falcon is I'm an ALCHEMIST wit words, drop heavy amounts of shit And stomp cats wit TIMBALANDs I kick a sixteen, an suddenly the announcer's like "Finish Him!" Can't forget EMINEM or MIGHTY MI I'm a tidy guy but shit gets messy when I write these lines I'm on a course to snipe you, ridin on a horse wit a rifle In a steel valley, like the 4TH DISCIPLE I scorch in the mic booth, a TRUE MASTER Like the RZArecta wit the boom-bap when my groove slaps ya! I'm a Wu-fanatic-slash-rap-addict So I bug to new tracks produced by cats like MATHEMATICS It's HAVOC, I been walkin these same streets On a creep through Vacant Lots listenin to DAME GREASE Sayin fuck these lame beats.. --You'll never catch me flowin over MASTER P, TRACKMASTERS or J.D. I try to keeps it gritty, see Victory like P. DIDDY Big business if the BEATZ is SWIZZy.. Whoa soldier, you peep what I toldja? I ROCK harder than PETE, over heat by AYATOLLAH A hi-rolla, if you fear Jesus You better say a SERMON like ERICK when my PREMIER debuts Or catch a black hand like Grafh, minus the l I ain't takin no losses, but my mind isn't well How do I flip words so sick? I'm dying to tell Your place of residence is Earth? oh... mine is in Hell! If that's why i seem fiendish, the LANTERN is GREEN So I scheme invasions like I was really the Evil Genius I really mean it, y'know my co-d's know I flows deep, like the ocean and get seasick If you're an Alkaholik like E-SWIFT Tell the MEL-MAN to deliver a case of O.E. quick Or head WEST like KANYE, if you ain't tryna blow the fuck up --Then get outta the bomb's way I got a lot to say; should I save it for the next episode, like my name was DR. DRE? Nah... fuck it, I'll just keeps it movin Y'all like them kids in them schools, whose speech needs improvement Shout out to SHOK and LIVESON, from D-Block An them Bad Boys like SIX JULY, and D-DOT I bust raps, you rugrats get ya MUGGS slapped for tryin to act tough wit a bus pass! Get touched and crumble to crushed glass You think this shit's nice? Well guess what--it's only a rough draft! To see the producers that i could come up and use In a rhyme wit'out soundin redundant and stupid I can't forget DA BEATMINERZ, so rewind this And see how many non-emcees that you can find in it.. Here's a clue, it's like 35 or 36 Signin off, it's the J-dash-Kwest an my time's finished
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