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"Who Shall I Say Is Teacher?"
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From the depths of America’s finest city, two artists emerge with determination, skill, and pure talent to bring a new innovative sound to the face of Hip Hop.
From the depths of America’s finest city, two artists emerge with determination, skill, and pure talent to bring a new innovative sound to the face of Hip Hop. The two combine to form Akaliko, a unique band of microphone bandits and beat composers. Akaliko has been developing their skill for the last few years in the San Diego area. Ja, am I in? (Jamin Barnes) hails from Sacramento where he’s been honing his lyrical creativity for the last decade. Humble Idea (James Roit) has been developing his musical gift since youth in the suburbs of Chicago. Their musical talent continues to grow and knows no boundaries. The group has independently released a full length LP “Unconditioned to Time and Season”, which was well received by the underground communities of both southern and northern California. They are currently working on a new project “Da Tighty Whiteys”, and are more than nine songs deep. Akaliko continues to do shows not just locally, but in different states and countries. The group had the unique opportunity to do the first live Hip Hop performance in Darwin, Australia. For more information on the group go to www.akalikomusic.com. Akaliko is determined to challenge the status quo. They would rather be leaders than followers. The following contains a small sample of their talent. I guarantee you will hear more from them in years to come.
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#156,676 today Peak #1,544
#15,632 in subgenre Peak #121
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December 17, 2003
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Prejudging chorus: You don't know me at all So why you prejudgin'? Ja, am I in?: Chillin' in the central valley Where the land is hella flat Only thing that's elevating is the bump that's in the back Found my knack in south Sac to bust my style that's laid back And low key I'll get you stretched out just like a Yogi I kick humidity like Oki Funoki So please don't approach Cause we'll be battlin' like Wounded Knee I be runnin' my numbers like a bookie With lyrics branchin' out in every direction like oak tree See... It's time for me to put two sense in My roots extended backspins in Oakland a few years before ten That's when the beats first started soakin' in And now people are like, "What the hell's this whiteboy doin'?" "You ain't dressin' hip-hop you look like punk rock" "Who the hell you foolin'?" Here's an introduction to that new form of schoolin' I don't mean to steppin' on toes or burnin' bridges But not every Anglosaxon was born to dance rigid Fuck wearin' a pocket-protector Watchin' Star Trek Actin' timid You mental capacity should have no limits When it comes to the disease of ignorance You need to dim it Cause hip-hop's in my heart bitch What me live it (chorus) Humble Idea: It's like everyday I find myself doing the same ol' shit Hoppin' inside my car hittin' up the bar Lookin' for that good time that I know is not too far away Yet can't seem to find sometimes My mind is too blind from all those eyes sizing me up I have to down a 40 of O.E. Just to be comfortable when I stroll through the door So I'm not concerned with so and so looking all at me With my Long Island Iced Tea Me and Kevin B. posted up at the p.t. With a pocket of fifties It's a pity we can't wonder around the place Like we're in race to find hottest chick All these men they do that shit And when they find one they just stand around like a bunch of dicks Too timid to make a move So all they do is drool And talk about what it'd be like to get their groove on with that girl tonight Speaking in X-rated tongues Like where their tongues gonna go below Tappin' that juice box for sho And spankin' that ho when she's biting the pillow Although there's hella odies actin' phony but I can't detach my eyes They act surprised when the guys try to say hello Where's the dough buy me a drink and then we'll hit the dance floor For half of a song then I'll pawn you off to my nasty friend And begin to flirt my way in another drink again Quibblin' when a strange man's dribblin' on their side of the court Lookin' to score What the fuck you here for ?! January 13, 2003
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