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"The music industry and new media have become offensively incestuous and corny. We need to define a new underground completely removed from the machine. I have never been to a studio. I recorded this EP in my Brooklyn bedroom using only a laptop, a Plantronics headset, and a freeware four-track recorder program developed in 1996 (which, coincidentally, was also one of the greatest years in terms of hip-hop's maturation and contribution to culture). This EP is pure and organic; no marketing or tricknology. I don't want any money. I don't want any accolades. This is for me, and for the culture. Share it if you feel it and are so inclined. Bless."
- Mr. Day Job
lyrics
LYRICS:
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maan I ain't never to been a studio, I'm rhymin' in bedroom, passin' a blunt 'round to myself like an heirloom / I don’t need no fancy equipment / all I need is my LAPTOP & my headset; it's plantronics / peep my phonics, word to noam chomsky / feel my intellect when i speak through my soliloquy / this is past life poetry / when I spit I channel reincarnated, ancient kemetic royalty / maan, yall ain't talented, just 'cause you GOT ON / and yall ain’t fly just because of what you GOT ON / my bars break paradigms / yall lyrics ain’t profound, they just F*CKIN RHYME / sh*t, that’s EASY / lemme step on couple of toes, take numbers / I'm woke! yall rip-van-winkle ass slumberers / and I ain’t doin' a whole album... why? / just so yall can FORGET about it, one week after I tweet about it / naw I'm on some different shit / I'm bout to jay elec-yarmulke the entire internet / place ya bet / do it on the humble / cause on the real the damn industry’s a jungle and I ain’t f*ckin TARZAN / average working black man... my great grand-daddy was a field hand / and on some real deal holyfield sh*t / I want my 40 & a mule man / the government got us beggin' rattlin' tin cans / I'm flowing straight from my soul & survival scroll / I'm in the pulpit, sit down to listen to it / chapter three verse one, the book of antoine / my voice is my instrument, my struggle my testament / umma said share this shit for my atonement / my day is coming, nig*a this is an omen
amen... ashé... hamdulillah.
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