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Comment by WTRH-AM-AE on February 15, 2012 at 4:49pm

Whitney Houston - Step By Step

Comment by WTRH-AM-AE on February 15, 2012 at 4:47pm

Whitney Houston -  My Love Is Your Love

Comment by DTOM on February 14, 2012 at 6:07am

Comment by TommyD on February 14, 2012 at 5:44am

Comment by TommyD on February 14, 2012 at 5:33am

Old school rap just for Krypke....

Comment by DTOM on February 14, 2012 at 5:20am

Comment by suzie on February 14, 2012 at 1:45am

Comment by Cryptocurrency on February 12, 2012 at 11:05pm

Hip hop has always been outspoken against TPTB. Nas, one of the biggest rap artist of all time got it right before most of us:

Comment by DTOM on February 12, 2012 at 11:11am

Shock the mic, re-amplify and bring it back to life, 1 2 3 Clear
Now I’ve been into this since Time Zone and Man Parish; now I’m grown and married but the flow still carries
Black ops, psy ops, pineal Cyclops; Tolbiac to Clichy brought me back to Beat Street undercover, we look out for one another
I was sent for a reason (now to figure out which one)
Hallucinogenic time capsules: time machines you can eat, dissect your reveries to every beat
The myth of Hassan-i Sabbah personified in Bin Laden and the CIA built his walled garden
It germinates from the residual; echoes of one piano note, but I stay the course, the war horse who delivers
I’m leaving MCs plastified like Kubrick figures, nether world, negative power brokers, a plague of locusts you awoke and you focused
Shock the mic, re-amplify and bring it back to life
Shock the mic, re-amplify 1 2 3 Clear
Shock the mic, re-amplify and bring it back to life
Shock the mic, re-amplify 1 2 3 Clear
Ready now, ready now. I am open now, open now. I know that life is light, like light it shines. Shining out, shining out. We are charged with sound
Toes numb outside the G8 summit, ghosts in the meat transvased and repeating
From the word go I strolled along the knife, cataclysmic, prismic, brought to life. Solid state light artefacts
Vision solarised, the world is now polarised
Consult with the spirits or whatever they’re called now, torrential flows you can’t stem, the words them
Crack your synaptic I am not phased by decadence, we are rogue elements
What crazy legs might have seen, had he been where I’d been (on mushrooms at Fresh 86) this is my prayer
Fuck/blessing/come in your skull the world is one impaled on a spine of vision
Try to put it all in perspective, why wait for all the fuckin idiots to get this?
Ready now, ready now. I am open now, open now. I know that life is light, like light it shines. Shining out, shining out. We are charged with sound
Stripped back I don’t appear on your spectrum
Invective in vectors I push the hex into your sectors
Floating in the nexus I expand the solar plexus so I can project dialects until eventually I become this weightless entity
Antidote to dogma yet heavy as OZMA… Google it if you don’t recognise the reference
Power minds by dead cell collectives testing levels depth of your perceptive, I’m questing
Drawing pylons in black marker I ingest time, make incisions in rhyme, cut up the straight line
Voluminous, luminous, words are just still just sounds outside context now
Ray weapons, knock you from your perch in less than 8 seconds
A new way beckons, all hail the new imperial dawn
(chorus
The way’s not for the faint hearted, ascend and be one with the one mind
Leave open the gateway for those who follow
(chorus)

Comment by DTOM on February 12, 2012 at 10:48am

Sound slips from my lips forms a word
the pressure so strong
by chance it forms a key
for me and what I see is like a satellite in orbit.
So rich in colours and detail that I absorb it.
Probe my memory
to find a door to fit the key without trying.
Death defying rays,
a unique source.
Mapped out a track cruising on course.
File these feelings unknown
colours burn a heat and a sonic tone
each to its own shade as the future is made
by burning the the past in the moment
we come to call "now",
it's forever somehow.
Switching from lane to lane,
to left to right we ride
touch the other side,
touch the other side, c'mon.

Now you see words don't mean nothing
till I put them in lane,
they go down the track
and come straight back again.
Thoughts are immaterial
elastic, ethereal
coming out like rain-drops and then scatter
from form to anti-matter.

Dope is a beat coming like a ray of heat
from the kick drum
so move closer to get some.
Discommunicated, I'm initiated
by the touch of her lips.
A total eclipse for me to focus on
spiral on, dance in it, travel on,
and on and on...

Keep keeping on
until the break of dawn.

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