Turn up the bass, check out my melody, hand out a cigar I'm lettin knowledge be born, and my name's the R A-k-i-m, not like the rest of them, I'm not on a list That's what I'm sayin, I drop science like a scientist My melody's in a code, the very next episode Has the mic often distortin', ready to explode I keep the mic at Fahrenheit, freeze MC's to make 'em colder The listener's system is kickin' like solar As I memorize, advertise, like a poet Keep you goin' when I'm flowin', smooth enough, you know with the rough That's why the moral of my story I tell'll be Nobody beats the R, check out my melody
So what, I'm a microphone fiend addicted soon as I seen One of these four MC's so they don't have to scream I couldn't wait to take the mic, flow into it to test it, Let 'My Melody' play, then a record suggest it I'm droppin bombs, but I stay peace and calm Any MC that disagree with me wave your arm And I'll break, when I'm through breakin' I'll leave you broke Drop the mic when I'm finished and watch it smoke So stand back, you wanna rap? All of that can wait I won't push, I won't beat around the bush I wanna break upon those who are not supposed to You might try but you can't get close to Because I'm number one, competition is none I'm measured with the heat that's made by sun whether playin ball or bobbin' in the hall Or just writin my name in graffiti on the wall You shouldn't have told me you said you controlled me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your money, pull out your cut Pull up a chair, and I'm a tear shit up My name is Rakim Allah, and R and A stands for Ra Switch it around, it still comes out R So easily will I e-m-c-e-e My repetition of words is check out my melody Some bass and treble is moist, scratch in and cut in a voice And when it's mine that's when the rhyme is always choice I wouldn't a came and said my name and run same weak shit Puttin' blurbs and slurs and words that don't fit In a rhyme, why waste time on the microphone I take this more serious than just a poem Rockin party to party, backyard to yard I tear it up, y'all, and bless the mic for the gods
The rhyme is rugged, at the same time sharp I can swing off anything even a string of a harp Just turn it on and start rockin, mine, no introduction 'Til I finish droppin science, no interruption When I approach I exercise like a coach Usin' a melody and add new verse(?) and notes So when the mic and the R-a-k-i-m It's attached, like a match I will strike again Rhymes are poetically kept and alphabetically stepped Put in a order to pursue with the momentum except I say one rhyme out of order, a longer rhyme shorter, A pause, but don't stop the tape recorder
I'm not a regular competitor, first rhyme editor Melody arranger, poet, etcetera Extra event, the grand finale-like bonus I am the man they call the microphonist With wisdom, which means wise words bein' spoken Too many at one time watch the mic start smokin' I came to express the rap I manifest Stand in my way and I'll veto, in other words, protest MC's that wanna be vissed(?), they're gonna Be dissed if they don't get from in fronta All they can go get is me a glass of Moet A hard time, sip your juice and watch a smooth poet I take 7 MC's put 'em in a line And add 7 more brothas who think they can rhyme Well, it'll take 7 more before I go for mine Now that's 21 MC's ate up at the same time Easy does it, do it easy, that's what I'm doin' No fessin', no messin' around, no chewin' No robbin', no buyin', bitin', why bother This slob'll stop tryin', fightin' to follow My unusual style will confuse you a while And if I was water, I'd flow in the Nile So many rhymes you won't have time to go for yours Just because of applause I have to pause Right after tonight is when I prepare To catch another sucka duck MC out there 'Cause my strategy has to be tragedy, catastrophe And after this you'll call me your majesty My melody
Yes, my melody Eric B.
Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it Eric B. made a cut and advertised it My melody's created for MC's in the place They try to listen cuz I'm dissin them so pick up your face Shook off your neck cuz you try to detect my pace Now you're buggin', almost doggin' off my rhyme-like bass The melody that I'm stylin', smooth as a violin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island My wisdom is swift, no matter if My momentum is slow, MC's still stand stiff I'm genuine like leather - inclined to be clever MC, you'll beat the R, I'll say "Oh never" So Eric B., cut it easily and check out my melody...
July 7, 2010, 11:23 am Off the Menu: Bouchon Bakery By FLORENCE FABRICANT
Thomas Keller plans to open a second Bouchon Bakery in New York next March. It will replace the Dean & DeLuca at 1 Rockefeller Plaza (48th Street). But it will not have a restaurant component like the Bouchon Bakery in Time Warner Center. “In good weather there will be about 45 tables outdoors, but there will be no waiter service,” he said. Sébastien Rouxel, the pastry chef for Bouchon uptown will take on this project, too, where all the baking will also be done in-house. Tiffany Jones will be the chef de cuisine for both Bouchons, in charge of savory items. Mr. Keller said that a few years ago he thought about a chain of Bouchon Bakeries in New York, but his plans have been scaled back. “We’ll take it one step at a time,” he said.
I have a mansion but forget the price Ain't never been there, they tell me its nice I live in hotels, tear out the walls I have accountants pay for it all
They say I'm crazy but I have a good time I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime Life's been good to me so far
My Maseratti does one-eighty-five I lost my license, now I don't drive I have a limo, ride in the back I lock the doors in case I'm attacked
I'm making records, my fans they can't wait They write me letters, tell me I'm great So I got me an office, gold records on the wall Just leave a message, maybe I'll call
Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through I can't complain but sometimes I still do Life's been good to me so far
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I go to parties sometimes until four It's hard to leave when you can't find the door It's tough to handle this fortune and fame Everybody's so different, I haven't changed
They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time I keep on goin' guess I'll never know why Life's been good to me so far
The Xpander EP was one of the first records I ever bought. Almost 11 years later, the first track on the second disc, Rabbitweed, has not ceased to amaze me.
Vintage at Goodwood, a brand new and truly unique festival , over 13th – 14th – 15th August, set in the glorious surroundings of the Goodwood Estate. Vintage at Goodwood celebrates 5 decades of musical, fashion, film, art, design and cultural lineages, from 1940s to 1980s, and offers a glimpse of where we go from here.
Musical performances across 2 outdoor stages, 5 on-site nightclubs and roller disco include live shows from over 80 artists with Faces, Noisettes, Sandie Shaw and Heaven 17 joining 85 legendary DJs including Danny Rampling and Norman Jay.
A selection of other acts also appearing at Vintage 2010... Peter Hook (performing Joy Division’s Unknown Pleasures), Earth Wind & Fire, Kid Creole & The Coconuts, Martha & The Vandellas, Buzzcocks, The Damned ,The Wailers, LeRoy Hutson, Joe Bataan, Geno Washington, Cymande II, Ann Sexton, The Rezillos, The Bees and arguably the greatest line-up of British DJs ever assembled... Andrew Weatherall, A Guy Called Gerald, Ashley Beedle, Chris Hill, Chris Sullivan, David Holmes, Disco Bloodbath, Don Letts, George Power, Graeme Park, Greg Wilson, Horse Meat Disco, Jay Strongman, Jazzie B, Joey Negro, Keb Darge, Low Life, Optimo, Princess Julia Winston Hazel & more.
This is not merely a music festival; we passionately believe that music, fashion, film, art and design should never be separated and as a result Vintage at Goodwood will offer festival enthusiasts much more than music alone.
Vintage at Goodwood will host a fully functioning pop up High Street brimming with designer brands, bars and cafe, hands on creative workshops, catwalk shows, a cinema, 100s of cool cars and the largest vintage clothes market ever assembled!
One of my favorite djs, Danny Howells, will be rolling through New York on Thursday, July 1 for what will surely be a memorable night of music at Cielo. Sleepy and Boo will be kicking off the night.
To whet your appetite, here's a truly timeless mix made ten years ago next month.
Jamie Lidell will be performing at Webster Hall, Saturday, September 18. Tickets go on sale this Friday at noon. His shows are super fun and I highly suggest you to check it out if you can.
He’s like a shark. Albeit a stone cold funked-up, sonically obsessed, romantically soulful killer shark. And he isn’t going to stop. No, he won’t stop. Please don’t ask him to. Just get out of the way, enjoy the spectacle and the soundtrack.
Jamie’s a genuinely restless soul. He broke out of small-town England and has been a nomad ever since. His constant desire to progress—leaping and stumbling towards new discoveries—has defined his musical journey so far; and there’s no sign of it fading away.
Dig into the discography and you’ll find underground techno, two albums of Super_Collider’s fondly recalled science-funk (with Cristian Vogel), and his magnificently wigged-out solo debut Muddlin Gear. Then, in 2005, came Multiply, a surprisingly hook-stuffed, meticulously produced platter of deliciously uplifting soul and funk that won international adulation. Meanwhile, Jamie’s one-man shows were, quite literally, something else. Live, he pushed himself and his technology against the limits of chaos and control.
By 2008, Jamie had become Jim—building on the foundations of Multiply to construct a warm, invitingly plush bordello of funk, disco, grooves and gospel; with secret chambers of poignant soul. The accompanying tour saw him evolve from peerless sonic manipulator into a dandy showman leading a blazingly talented four-piece across the world’s clubs, stadia and TV studios. Yet, that sense of exploration that he craves was never far away.
Now it’s 2010, and Jim has left the building. So Jamie returns with a new map for these territories. Undoubtedly, Compass is his most eclectic album yet. Songs shift, chop, change and mutate genres and forms before our very ears. It’s got funk in spades; the jaw-dropping power of the vocals is stronger than ever; it rocks, it pops, it’s sweet, angry, hard, soulful and soft, often within the span of a single track. It’s the restless album that finally matches the soul of its creator.
“I wrote every song in a month,” Jamie says, “It’s been an emotional couple of years, so I tapped into what I wanted to say and started writing. There was a lot to draw on.” Recorded in Los Angeles, New York and Canada, Jamie’s fellow travelers on Compass include Beck, Feist, Gonzales, Chris Taylor of Grizzly Bear and Pat Sansone of Wilco. Musically and lyrically this is very much A Jamie Lidell Production—reflecting not only his exhilarating, diverse tastes, but also a year of change, love, longing and arrival at a new place. When he takes to the road in 2010, he’ll be bringing a band again, but stripping it back; keeping it lean. For both newcomers and initiates, this will be an experience. And no, he won’t stop.