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Strapped (freestyle)
02:22
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La Dolce Vita (remix)
03:48
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Bring You Light
03:07
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(When I was five, I had always had this vision of me being up on stage and doing what I love to do. And I really wasn't sure what it was, nahmean? Like I was in school all the time but I always felt like there was something else I should be doing with my life nahmean? So...)
Verse:
Saw the rocks on my steps gettin' moved like amethyst/professors tried to doubt my intelligence/you stink at math/english ain't bad/just failed lab/but always at the front of the class raising his hand/take notes/do well on exams/but all he ever do is quote nas/jay-z and the x-clan/the wait's (weight's) over/skip scales/kilo's or grams/grand-dragon of the klan lived in my girl old land/few miles away from old man/while i was up north playing games of pac-man/crackers down south played lynching and hang-man/so try to plant ya feet right next to where i stand/next to the fruit stand/spics and the eggplants/few sips away from a full can so that's who i am/yeah/fair warning/i'm hot this year/ya'll fair warming/so cool he born with the air on him/came out the womb wit two pairs of nike airs on him/can't compare none of the heirs to the throne to him here/not fair/what he hear attuned to the ears of his peers and their fears/over beers?/made music come out of his tears/to make spirits come out of they chairs/so yeah he near the tier of the top/me flop?/not
(I had always loved hip-hop, like I had always loved hip-hop nahmean? Like I've been a fan of other music like country, jazz, r&b, soul music...I loved it. But hip-hop is in my nature nahmean? Like...like...I feel like I was born to do this, you know?)
flow like jekyll and hyde/the haters like to heckle and hide/but i sidestep wit it and slide like its homeplate/this is food for thought/i make plates/new york is the homebase/found my pace/my place in the sun/my placing is one/no race to be won/my racing is done/growing like im raising a son/like rays in the sun/was raised on a raisin in the sun/got tired of making it dumb/so the crumbs of the bums of the slums is where i write from/strike-in like light-non (lightning)/jab with the left then i hook with the right one/need a good hook?/ i can write one/need asylum/heh/who sayin' im playin'?/i'm saddam hussein in a hurricane/not for the fame/or the vain/but for the blood/for the vein/for my people/for the depth/for the pain/for the blind/feel the pain of the left of the mind of his brain that left when he laid his breath on the line for the rhymes that he made/so fresh so clean like he working for maids/you'se a server/you'se working for me/i'm a server/i'm a networker bee/stop joking/ya'll funny to me/pray these bars can finally get mumia free/one
(Like, I just hope that the music I make can affect people in the way that the music I listened to affected me nahmean? So, like, people can throw in a a...a...MaG joint and go wow man, like this reminds me of how it used to be, this reminds me of how music is supposed to sound nahmean? So that's what I do every time I step into the booth, every time I...I lay my vocals down; I try to make music for ya'll man. Cause I wanna make music that I love and you love too.)
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4. |
Not Fair
04:17
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5. |
You Ain't Neva Scene It
03:49
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6. |
Gota Gun?
04:06
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So.NY
03:29
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(Yeah, you can turn up a lil' bit too Steve? Yeah, yeah yeah...)
Verse:
The epitome of emcee/not squared/can't compare/like apples to pears/not clear/i'm the best here/good aim/moving targets?/don't care/shoulda wore ya vest there/it never stops/the top of the crop?/i nest there like yeeeeah/i'm the heir apparent/too cool/i'm the air/not fair/my appearance seems passive but i'm fire/use stairs/baby boy here's ya chance/meet ya parent/inventor of the rhyme/meet a patent on the climb/grind all day/f*ck shine/get mine/watch a n*gga in his prime/screw time/clock all day/right in the hallway near bodegas/came a long from atari's and sega's/to beaches/trips to vegas/yeah i want paper/depends on the labor/remember the nerd who used to be ya neighbor/now he wears a goatee and you call him ya savior/gautier cologne/feel fresh/i'm home/so calm/all alone/in a zone/wit a mic on a throne/dis n*gga gone
Hook:
Excuse me/
N*gga don't confuse me/
Yeah/
I'm so NY/
F*ck what you heard man I'm so NY/
Middle finger to the sky man I'm so NY/
Excuse me/
N*gga don't confuse me/
Yeah/
I'm so NY/
F*ck what you heard man I'm so NY/
Middle finger to the sky man I'm so NY/
Verse:
took flight like air nike's in 06/notice how he focused/i sense sh*t/on the block like duncan when i send sh*t/back to where it came from/a blockbuster hustler/you borrowed ya game son/i serve dese customers/dishin' out and 1's/some would attest he's the best yet/yes/no test can approve what he do to these crews with the text/pen to the pad like flu's to the masses/flew on jet blue/now he fuels jets with the blue on his neck/next/there is none/fools contest i don't have enough hits or got enough plays/i only got one disc in/grown business/before you even diss/i dismiss this dumb quick/we talking bout dumb sh*t/the way that i dump sh*t/like fire to dun wick/i'm dunn wit it like warrick/can't put me ina box/we not sparring/not even warring/not even a warning/07 version of global warming/f*cker i'm here/and the reign keeps pouring/my function is to keep on scoring/like jordan/i'm 2-3 wit ink and a koofie/course i'ma boss/no shaking/can't move me/this part two of my full-length movie
Hook:
Excuse me/
N*gga don't confuse me/
Yeah/
I'm so NY/
F*ck what you heard man I'm so NY/
Middle finger to the sky man I'm so NY/
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Whutkanido
02:24
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10. |
True Story
04:45
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11. |
uncomfortable.
04:27
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12. |
Ladder of Success
04:43
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13. |
Outta Space
03:42
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14. |
I'm Me
02:52
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(Everybody just be yo' self/Don't be scared just be yourself)
Hook:
I'm gay/
I'm straight/
I'ma jock/
I'ma nerd/
I'm rich/
I'm poor/
But I'm me/
I'm Black/
I'm White/
I'm Baptist/
I'm Jewish/
I'ma writer/
I'ma lifer/
I'm me (see)/
Just gimme room to be/
Gimme room to be please/
Just give me to breathe/
Just gimme room to see/
Gimme room to see/
The vacancy in me/
Verse 1:
They want you to change/ rearrange everything you live for/but what really remains is you/tryna contain your truth/mr. cosby/ the proof is in the pudding they say/so you gotta stay/comfortable in ya shoes no matter what you gotta do/they put you in a box/shackles and chains to keep you in the locks/and ms. ann coulter can kick rocks/don't label me what I'm not/see/i'm from the block where death is consistent/so please don't tell me i shouldn't be so different/i relate to you all/to the kids who sit in the Black hall/to the kids who got no group at all/they try to group us all/my advice?/live ya life/neva wrong if you're living it right/we're living for our rights/for freedom and glorious nights/for the insecure types?/stand up
Hook:
I'm gay/
I'm straight/
I'ma jock/
I'ma nerd/
I'm rich/
I'm poor/
But I'm me/
I'm Black/
I'm White/
I'm Baptist/
I'm Jewish/
I'ma writer/
I'ma lifer/
I'm me (see)/
Just gimme room to be/
Gimme room to be please/
Just give me to breathe/
Just gimme room to see/
Gimme room to see/
The vacancy in me/
Verse 2:
Maybe yo momma was a junkie/or maybe your daddy would beat you and call you ugly/maybe your sister is bulimic/and wears baggy clothes so her friends won't see it/or maybe your brother likes men and pretends that he don't and hopes you keep it a secret (shhh)/or maybe you slit your wrists/and ashamed of the pain and wish you didn't exist/and wear long sleeves so the teachers don't notice/if your best friend was an alcoholic/would you help her out or would you laugh and ignore it?/being yourself seems foreign/but if you are/be thankful for it and applaud it/life can be gorgeous/the media will keep you in a fortress/don't quit/never forfeit/regardless/ (cause)
Hook:
I'm gay/
I'm straight/
I'ma jock/
I'ma nerd/
I'm rich/
I'm poor/
But I'm me/
I'm Black/
I'm White/
I'm Baptist/
I'm Jewish/
I'ma writer/
I'ma lifer/
I'm me (see)/
Just gimme room to be/
Gimme room to be please/
Just give me to breathe/
Just gimme room to see/
Gimme room to see/
The vacancy in me/
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Joél Leon Bronx, New York
Joel L. Daniels, also known as Joel Leon, is a Bronx born and raised performer, father, author and storyteller who writes and tells stories for Black people.
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