Due to my disliking of
today's Hip Hop
generation, I decided to
carry on tradition through
production only. Rhyming
is fun, but it's not fun
how the new era has
destroyed the foundation
of the esssence. Lyrics,
back in the day meant
something. They informed
our communities. They
taught us what the
educational system were
too afraid to teach. Even
when the songs were
somewhat B.S., they still
had a decent vibe. Now
it's about Bling, Hoes,
Money, Weed, Cars, or some
stupid-ass dance. The
industry allows us to look
like a bunch of Sambos.
I'm at a point in my where
I don't even listen to the
radio. Even the DJ's are
full of bull. I can't
fully blame them. Clear
Channel and Viacom (this
means you too, B.E.T.) has
a chokehold on the
industry. The FCC has
America gagged and
blindfolded the public.
The artists are
brainwashed, and the
consumers are being fed
with B.S. and lies. Lyrics
used to be dangerous tools
for most emcees. Nowadays
even a gangsta rap song
sounds too friendly....
RADIO FRIENDLY! I've truly
lost my desire to rhyme or
to write. So after 2 more
albums, I'm calling it
quits and focus more on
production. Occasionally
I'll post a track with
vocals. However as of
now... PRODUCTION ONLY...
for now.
I hope you like the
tracks
Daneja Mentale
For many years,
conservative and religious
groups have denounced Hip
Hop and Rock music. Mainly
the reason is the content
contained in the lyrics.
However, explicit lyrics
have been around since the
1930's. You may think this
is something made up, but
it's a fact. This brings
us to a blues artist that
served up some raunchy
words (no, not Marvin
Sease). Lucille Bogan
recorded a song in the
late 1930's that would
make Lil' Kim blush! Below
is the song that made her
famous, "Shave Em Dry".
SHAVE 'EM DRY
(unexpurgated version)
I got nipples on my
titties, big as the end of
my thumb,
I got somethin' between my
legs'll make a dead man
come,
Oh daddy, baby won't you
shave 'em dry?
Aside: Now, draw it out!
Want you to grind me baby,
grind me until I cry.
(Roland: Uh, huh.)
Say I fucked all night,
and all the night before
baby,
And I feel just like I
wanna, fuck some more,
Oh great God daddy,
(Roland: Say you gonna get
it. You need it.)
Grind me honey and shave
me dry,
And when you hear me
holler baby, want you to
shave it dry.
I got nipples on my
titties, big as the end of
my thumb,
Daddy you say that's the
kind of 'em you want, and
you can make 'em come,
Oh, daddy shave me dry,
(Roland: She ain't gonna
work for it.)
And I'll give you
somethin' baby, swear
it'll make you cry.
I'm gon' turn back my
mattress, and let you oil
my springs,
I want you to grind me
daddy, 'til the bell do
ring,
Oh daddy, want you to
shave 'em dry,
Oh great God daddy, if you
can't shave 'em baby won't
you try?
Now if fuckin' was the
thing, that would take me
to heaven,
I'd be fuckin' in the
studio, till the clock
strike eleven,
Oh daddy, daddy shave 'em
dry,
I would fuck you baby,
honey I'd make you cry.
Now your nuts hang down
like a damn bell sapper,
And your dick stands up
like a steeple,
Your goddam ass-hole
stands open like a church
door,
And the crabs walks in
like people.
Aside: Ow, shit!
(Roland: Aah, sure enough,
shave 'em dry?)
Aside: Ooh! Baby, won't
you shave 'em dry
A big sow gets fat from
eatin' corn,
And a pig gets fat from
suckin',
Reason you see this whore,
fat like I am,
Great God, I got fat from
fuckin'.
Aside: Eeeeh! Shave 'em
dry
(Roland: Aah, shake it,
don't break it)
My back is made of
whalebone,
And my cock is made of
brass,
And my fuckin' is made for
workin' men's two
dollars,
Great God, round to kiss
my ass.
Aside: Oh! Whoo, daddy,
shave 'em dry
