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This is a song a few friends and I recorded about 5 (or 6) years ago. I came across it about a week ago and decided to "remix" it. I tried my best to take out the static from the mic we were using and hopefully once I get a mic myself you will hear some updated logic from The EL.
The picture is the actual equipment we used at the time (those were the days).
I will also post an acapella version of this in case anyone wants to do anything with it.
The picture is the actual equipment we used at the time (those were the days).
I will also post an acapella version of this in case anyone wants to do anything with it.
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Lyrics
This microphone apparatus
My means of gaining status
I go at like Im rabid. My habit to bring the madness
Don't give a fuck if you're ghetto fabulous or living lavish
When its time to throw down you better hope that you had practiced.
Spit-logic tactics; flipping you ass-backwards.
Your fear you couldn't mask it.
I task it upon myself to give you an ass-kick.
Charge it to the game, the bank account, and the plastic.
Some trip on acid, some smoke the hashish;
Republicans or Democratics; they're all fascists
Don't mean to hurt nobody's feelings, I mean to bash it
And avoid consuming like masses musically fasted.
Blast it; Gundam of art.
Fuck the billboard I cum on a chart
Im not hating Im just numb in the heart
Im just numb in the heart.
In conjunction with a pen and a pad each verse that I mention
disperse my envision to go against the grain of convention.
Don't carry facades and try to mask my intention.
I simply struggle against the established state of mental detention
Thats spread just like the seeds of destruction against the neglected,
The downtrodden, forgotten, out-casted and unprotected.
My method of spitting, denies the intervention of orthodox religion;
Acting as a prison to those who lack self-comprehension:
Thinking that they need permission to go after what they're wishing or some premonition.
Life's a contradiction, mixed with facts and fiction.
If you deny what's true the things you do will lack conviction.
I practice wack prevention when they do not act convincing;
Misled to think they're winning when the odds are stacked against them.
Im using soul power: unlimited ammunition.
What side you fighting for?
You need to make your own decision.
My means of gaining status
I go at like Im rabid. My habit to bring the madness
Don't give a fuck if you're ghetto fabulous or living lavish
When its time to throw down you better hope that you had practiced.
Spit-logic tactics; flipping you ass-backwards.
Your fear you couldn't mask it.
I task it upon myself to give you an ass-kick.
Charge it to the game, the bank account, and the plastic.
Some trip on acid, some smoke the hashish;
Republicans or Democratics; they're all fascists
Don't mean to hurt nobody's feelings, I mean to bash it
And avoid consuming like masses musically fasted.
Blast it; Gundam of art.
Fuck the billboard I cum on a chart
Im not hating Im just numb in the heart
Im just numb in the heart.
In conjunction with a pen and a pad each verse that I mention
disperse my envision to go against the grain of convention.
Don't carry facades and try to mask my intention.
I simply struggle against the established state of mental detention
Thats spread just like the seeds of destruction against the neglected,
The downtrodden, forgotten, out-casted and unprotected.
My method of spitting, denies the intervention of orthodox religion;
Acting as a prison to those who lack self-comprehension:
Thinking that they need permission to go after what they're wishing or some premonition.
Life's a contradiction, mixed with facts and fiction.
If you deny what's true the things you do will lack conviction.
I practice wack prevention when they do not act convincing;
Misled to think they're winning when the odds are stacked against them.
Im using soul power: unlimited ammunition.
What side you fighting for?
You need to make your own decision.
ruz2g
nice cuts n flo spit. good to hear them wheels of steel.......