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I Rose From The Dead
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This is a grimey beat for hardcore hip hop heads - very heavy bass
the supa phase2
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Hardcore Hip Hop Music for fans of lyrics... Heavy bass, Grimey Beats, Freestyle flows, Original production, This is world Hip Hop Music.
I'm pretty straight forward... I write rhymes about my life and my perception of things... I'm deep in the council of Hip Hop... These are anthems for everyone out here grinding to get their art off... This is theme music for personal change... The soundtrack to my mental transmutation... This is how men are made and come of age... I'm mad tribal... I know whats really good... I'm we... I was born in Jamaica and came to America right about the time when Hip Hop was really poppin off. I moved to Flatbush, Brooklyn in 1982 and lived there to adulthood. Growin up in NY during those times shaped my sound. Everybody was an mc so you had to get it in to stand out. I moved to Philly in 1990 and I've been here ever since. I met Aud Ranks (Producer Extroadinaire) while attending the Art Institute of Philadelphia and we formed The High Exalted Rulers Of Speech H.E.R.O.S. We perfomed all over the east coast during the 90's and early 2000's... Now I'm putting out my second solo project... "Phase 2: The Dark Son Come Again" I'm a little poetic... a little political... a little crazy maybe... decide for yourself. My rhymes are about life... The Struggle... I'm just trying to make my way thru the storm... Life is like a rollercoaster... I try to remain in ethereal form at all times. Right now I'm just focused on handlin my business so yeah I'm serious... There's a time and a place for everything... go make your own happy go lucky music... This is for people with work to do... People who need to rise above thier circumstances... This is dark music for dark horses... in dark times... This is for who knows... not them that pose... this is for them cats that love tense and prose.
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Peak #11,080
Peak in subgenre #143
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Written & Produced by The Supa
Rights
2006
Uploaded
August 05, 2007
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MP3 3.5 MB 128 kbps 3:48
Story behind the song
I tried to get corporate, get married... it didn't pan out... it took me away from the music and I felt like I died as an artist... I lost my gig and left my girl and hit rock bottom... There was only one thing that could save me from spiraling further downward.. so I wrote this... and saved myself.
Lyrics
Its been a struggle… but I finally rose from the dead… flows from the head… Come…take this walk with the dread… I’m getting back my energy… I used to be free… Right now… I’m worn down… just a mere… shadow of me… Still fighting for my sanity… amidst the vanity… and profanity… I battled all my life… for my humanity… My peoples live beneath the streets… eat the beats hold the crowd… I’m like thunder and lightning … I flow aloud… Electrify the hoods… the creatures creeping… And make sure.. I maintain… a staunch stance when I’m speaking… I illuminate… so dawg don’t hate Terranova… I’m your man at arms…on stage …a straight soldier… Died in combat for future lives…. now I live again… I was brought back to life…still skilled with the pen… To the Kosi ama Kosi… I stand closely… They voted me mostly toasty … I quotes the ghostly.. I rose from the dead… flows from the head… Come…take this walk with the dread… I’m getting back my energy… I used to be free… Right now… I’m worn down… just a mere… shadow of me… I’m getting back my memory… the rhymes. The remedy.. Sunspot… I’m black and charged to the extremities… I go easy … over hard grounds… read and react… 99%… of these live cats… are whack My rugged rhymes are written…. in blood and rage… I turn most rap contests… into buffets My gaze is ever watching… The mind’s eye races… I freed minds in many places… but I was in stasis… I dummied up the chips… so I could take my turns… What I recorded… rise like smoke from ancient urns… So once again yawl… the Darquane walks the day… Hard core’s how I play…I’m in your midst so to say… I know the way… to rock rough niggas to sleep… And crush intellectuals…. who think that they’re deep… I’m a Brooklyn knight… so I’m keeping it street… I’m the chief… Any conflict with me… is gone be brief… I rose from the dead… flows from the head… Come…take this walk with the dread… I’m getting back my energy… I used to be free… Right now… I’m worn down… just a mere… shadow of me… I was once undead but I rose from the crypts… Brushed off my shoulders … began spittin hits… Now when I’m on stage… I’m fully regenerated… Still hundred handed…. and candid… for them that hated… I’m still not glam. my balls are now brass… I hold mic’s with deathly grips…. and teach class… Use the mic to diffuse the light… to see the way… Unorthodox… cause I rock. From night… to broad day … In the abyss time ceased to exist… but I heard the beat… The war dogs back on the street… I endured the pain… fought till they let me off the chain… Off the brain… I talked the talk and walked the flame… Where my heart used to be….a strange power courses… I hear voices…. thousands of mystic forces… Sayin I gotta build the future... by way of my phrase... We in do or die days... that’s why the I was raised… I rose from the dead… flows from the head… Come…take this walk with the dread… I’m getting back my energy… I used to be free… Right now… I’m worn down… just a mere… shadow of me…
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