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Bop Alloy - Coming Home Ft. Steph, The Sapphic Songstress (Another Day In The Life Of...)

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While touring the U.S. this past spring, emcee Substantial and beatsmith Marcus D. managed to step into the studio together for the first time since releasing Another Day in the Life Of…, their sophomore album under the Bop Alloy banner. The result, making its world premiere on our front page, is a brand new freestyle titled Waiting Room. Behind the boards, Marcus creates an atmosphere that’s “part pimp, part doctor’s office waiting room circa early-‘70s.” Sub adapts his flow to the laid-back instrumental, reeling off agile, intricate bars without breaking a sweat. Waiting Room isn’t part of a larger set, but we’ll keep you posted on the underground twosome’s plans as further details emerge. - DJBooth.net

Waiting Room Instrumental originally featured on 'Another Day in the Life of...". Album available on Bandcamp: http://bopalloy.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:
Yes it Is I back with my guy our styles collide 
Try to imitate or deny this fly shit we provide…
Ya gotta be dumb, the lottery y'all just won, start turning them headphones up 
And feel the allure of what we record we can't be compared to none
So called elite ones, Nor the cretins
We see their hunger and they're bitin but none of 'em eatin
Uh-un, don't care where you're from star you'll never be us
My lyrics are mags and you'll need a rag to sop up their wack ass... 
Trust issues because music been misused, but we are the Vishnu
Of this ish dude, our music uplifts you as you continue to climb
And shine as bright as I’m or until stars resign
Mind’s Einstein with rhymes fresher than thyme or pine
Been in my prime with spittin design to give you classic tunes
Get in our way get hit with this spray that gives you acid wounds
Original man with lyrics and plans unlike these average coons
Hurling these bombs, the world in palm, I’m bout to grab the moon
Then I’ll get Mars, hit’em with bars, scratch that, harpoons
Hit’em so hard, get visions of stars at 3 in the afternoon
We puttin it down, ain’t fucking around with these rap baboons
Don’t monkey around with none of them clowns national lampoon’s
But we’re a national treasure, put that on your ledger,
Make sure that it’s bold in capital letters, feeling like Hannibal Lecter
It’s on should’ve been warned, yall are just entrees to us
Far from the norm of what we perform, it’s just spontaneous
I get lost in the moment, told‘em I am prone to black out
Bars as good as gold and I’m the chosen, mo’ than what they rap bout
To my father I am beholden, suppose that I would’ve told’em 
That I’ve been posin’... after the scolding probably would’ve got smacked out
I don’t act out, I don’t act up I ain’t acting
That ain’t what my life bout I am active, I’m bout action
Fuck them what they chat bout need to wrap up all that rappin’
Runnin circles round these bamas man I’ll lap them and they’re faction…
Facts friend!

Waiting Room (Freestyle) - DJBooth.net Exclusive

Acapella: D.T.F.N - Cise Starr
Instrumental: Silent Ocean - Float11

Cise Starr - D.T.F.N (DJ Hazey82 Mash Up)

Nujabes - Rainy Way Back Home instrumentale

Watch the Animated Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxhdzBFFsQo

From the album "Another Day in the Life of..." in stores now: https://bopalloy.bandcamp.com/album/a...
Available on CD, Digital & Vinyl.

Animation Director: Carlo-Roman Picaso for Studio Picaso
http://facebook.com/carloromanpicaso | https://vimeo.com/carloromanpicaso

SONG DETAILS
Artist: Bop Alloy (Substantial & Marcus D) ft. Oma Pearl
Song Title: Sketches of Pain
Written by S. Robinson & O. Ichile-McKenzie & M. Marino
Produced by Marcus D

Lyrics:
VERSE 1 
Peacemaker 
Son of a violent man 
Dream chaser 
Raised on divided land 
Where thieves raped us 
Treated like I’m not a man 
Our behavior 
Like rebels without a plan 
Step false get offed by a coward’s hand 
Life’s shorter than an hour hand 
But the least of my worries is the Taliban 
Or hopin’ that they’ll pass an assault rifle ban 
Most guns where I’m from aren’t licensed fam 
The ones that are 
Usually held tight in hands 
By the cops and so called authority figures 
Cringe at my black skin while calling us nigger 
But 6 letters can't define me I'm so much bigger 
The path I walk, 
Most people can’t endure the rigor 
Back up talk 
By displaying so much vigor 
Mastered art 
The blind just ignore the picture 
Passed a tart 
But of course my portion’s bitter 
That or starve 
Cause round here they don’t deliver 
Grabbed a quart 
Rather be engulfed in liquor 
Lacked support 
And I wasn’t born a winner 
An afterthought 
These know-it-alls won’t consider 
A man of God 
Who sits upon a throne of wicker 
Who scratched & Clawed 
to reach the very point I’m sitting 
After-all 
That’s what fuels the poems I’m spitting 

HOOK 
(Substantial) 
I’ma take this pain I’ve been dealt with and use it 
This ship can’t reach the stars if I don’t fuel it 
Without my music and art I’d be useless 
I always knew 
I got to do so... 
I’ma take the pain I’ve been dealt and use it 
This ship can’t reach the stars if I don’t fuel it 
Without this music and art I’d be useless 
I always knew 
What I had to do 'cause... 

(Oma Pearl) 
You can’t hide from who you are 
You can’t hide from who you are 
Not even the highest peak 
The lowest place 
In every space 
You always leave a trace 
You always leave a trace 
Always leave a trace! 

VERSE 2 
Blood pressure high, 
Self-respect low 
Could be cancer inside 
Am I’m scared to know 
Lucky to be alive 
At the age of 34 
Livin’ in fast times 
Still manage to die slow 
IV pumping morphine in my bloodstream 
Woke with a scratchy throat & groggy what a rough dream 
Something’s 
Not right, nurse can you help me sit up 
Felt like I was stabbed, 
Every time I try to get up 
Hurt so damn bad, 
I can’t even cough this phlegm up 
Pain every minute 
Every moment that I been up 
When I told the fam 
They looked at me like I’m finished 
Huh! I’ll be damned 
if anything we’ll make me give up 
Wishing I was home in my chair 
Anywhere but here 
Baby girl completely unaware 
Lives without a care 
It ain’t fair 
When your child, you can’t even pick up 
But I did it for her, so I’ma keep my chin up 

HOOK 

BRIDGE 
(Oma Pearl) 
No matter what happens today 
Tomorrow the sun will rise 
We'll be there 
We'll be there 
We'll be there 
To greet the sun 
Good Morning 
Good Morning 
Good Morning 
Good Morning

Sketches Of Pain Ft. Oma Pearl Of Conjure Woman

stoopid (prod. me)

(M. Marino, P. Johnson, S. Robinson)
Produced by: Marcus D 
Piano by: Marcus D 
Strings by: Peter Lee Johnson
Additional Vocals by: Steph the Sapphic Songstress
Arranged by: Nicholas Cheung

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Lyrics: J. Parr
Production: M. Haye, J. Parr
Mix/Engineering: M. Haye, J. Parr