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A Challenge to get retired rappers rapping.

Music Production: DJ Real
Vocals: DJ Real

Lyrics:

This is for the rappers in retirement
Get up off your assess and come on represent
Show them how it's done, the eighties nineties have thought you well
Let's blow up hip hop 
bring back your emcee selves

Forget your 50s something life, locate your glasses for your sight
Let's get together for the life that made you who you are that right
You are the ones that took the mic, you are the ones that rocked the night
You wrapped the cord around your hand and held it tight that’s right

You wrote the rhymes, delivered on time with nothing more than DJ finds
You managed to climb on stage  smile and freestyle whatever came to mind

The vibes were dope, the crowd was pumped, the dj scratched the speakers pumped
And it was the place, shaken by with bass That shook in the stage, DJ did place

coins on stylus arms to stop the 1200 Technics skips
And stage surrounds taped down the cords of fallback and pyro-technics
Just for the extra effects of your hair on fire.

And now that DJ Real has placed the challenge here for you
All you got to do is be courageous too and step up to the mic and be the emcee that you were now I want to hear the raps from you

Afraid To Feel

Retired Emcee Challenge

i don't really get it and when i do
they take it away from me
all i can do is move
while the others stay stationary
send em letters
send em words
phrases
paragraphs
bureaucrats
gate keepers
non believers
features leader
fever eaters
healers
streamers
dreamers
schemes
teamers
sleepers creepers
sweepers 
weapers
beepers
speakers
sneakers
teachers
learners
earners
turners
servers murmer
murder
mergers
colonels
burgers
zinger
ringers 
singers
beginners
mirror
spinners
trigger
finger
thinkers
scissor drinkers
blinkers 
bat an eyelid in retirement
i'm on fire they're firemen
rhymin siren
einen
meinen
diamond
hit by lightnin
psilocybin 
never the less, ich bin schreiben
i been writin
i been toilin
not yet boilen
spoilin
joinin
voicing
voiding
coining
canning
planning
scanning
banning
bithcin
bangin
slammin
hanging
oh god damnin
flaming 
dancing
matching
mapping
tapping rapping
adding
su su su subtracting
hacking chatting
staking
talking walking
criminal forcing
boring
not for me
it's not boring for me
for me it's not boring

real (music. DJ Real)

Produced and performed by DJ Real
[Add your lyrics and tag me]



Todays special from the DJ Real
From the depths of my crates and the wheels of steel
Two thousand twenty three. My roof's on fire
Bringing  rhymes old school funk for your desire.

My beat is free for the worlds emcees that got clout
And Bass that blows your MF windows out. 

Jed lap's 12 inch subs will bump no doubt
As Et al brings the dope that makes you wanna shout

DJ Reals Funk Beats are free
DJ Reals Releases them for everyone and me

Today's Special

Beat by DJ Real.
Rappers: Jed Lapp, DJ Real, Lydia Matamoros-Lapp
Additional voice, Christina Matamoros-Lapp
Mixed and Mastered, Jed Lapp

(DJ Real)
Todays special from the DJ Real
From the depths of my crates and the wheels of steel
2023 My roof's on fire
Bringing rhymes old school funk for your desire.

My beat is free for the worlds emcees that got clout
And Bass that blows your mother fuckin windows out.

Jed Lapp's 12 inch subs will bump no doubt
As Et Al brings the dope that makes you wanna shout.

(Jed Lapp)
Another classic beat from DJ Real
Woke up this morning, hopped in my automobile.
Me and wife riding down the road.
Cued up this beat, we're like, "Man that's dope!"

Dropped off my wife so she could pick up her whip.
As I bumped to work to DJ Real's dope shit.
My 12 inch subs, vibratin like a night club.
Can't wait to get on the mic so I can rip it up.

As I ride down the road in Portland Metro
The boomin system, LL Cool J said so.
Rocked I tunes, w/my bass playlist.
The volume up high so some folks be pissed.
But the hip hop heads, they can't resist.
When my wife hears this, it's a swiss kiss bliss.

Then "The Real Broom Broom" by Et Al comes on.
His classic bass ace vibratin my face.
Then "Posse's on Broadway" by Sir Mix A Lot"
The drop with heart, that yall forgot.
Then there's Ant Banks, Macklemore and Too $hort.
My 12 inch subs almost bust my eardrums.

(Lydia)
My dad and I rockin down the road
to DJ Real's beats with the dope show flows.
DJ Real droppin beats from the sky.
Dude's rippin it up, his beats are so fly.

(Mr. Roboto)
Her dad and him rockin down the road
to DJ Real's beats with the dope show flows.
DJ Real droppin beats from the sky.
Dude's rippin it up, his beats are so fly.

(Jed Lapp)
Now I gotta give a shout out to James Ashburn, my homie.
On of my boys in our Dodomyte Posse.
Me and him and 4 other members
from the 8th grade through high school at Columbia River.

You see he is the one responsible for my audio.
Installin the equipment in my car yo.
Without him I couldn't roll down the road.
Blasting these beats like it's a car show.

He's been installin my systems since 1997
as i drive around, sounds like 7th heaven.
Because of him, my biggidybass sounds dope.
Measure it with a seismograph or an oscilloscope.
It's like boom boom, shake shake the room.
as I drive my car like an earthquake in a jar. 

(Lydia)
My dad and I rockin down the road
to DJ Real's beats with the dope show flows.
DJ Real droppin beats from the sky.
Dude's rippin it up, his beats are so fly.

(Mr. Roboto)
Her dad and him rockin down the road
to DJ Real's beats with the dope show flows.
DJ Real droppin beats from the sky.
Dude's rippin it up, his beats are so fly.

(Jed Lapp)
So to sum it up, I say, "Waz up?"
With DJ Real blowin it up.
Yea, we're a little older but we aint washed up.
Rockin rhymes and beats like we are young pups.

(Mr. Roboto)
DJ Real, Jed Lapp, and Lydia, 2023.

Today's Special (feat. DJ Real and Lydia) (beat. DJ Real)

Music: DJ Real
Lyrics: Et Al
Performed By: DJ Real

i am streets i'm bitumen
i hurt your feet when you walk on me
i'm not smooth
i'm ruff and gruff and tuff
had enough
of cars driving on my face
i'm new work, no lines marked
fresh, i got that fresh laid smell
that rings the bell
thanks honks your horn
tyres torn
warn cars, i don't
get electric
i'm all gas all day and at night
got cat's eyes in the middle
other roads be a little brittle
they non comital, but i'm one way only
better bet, big freeways' my homie
please take care at my edges
you don't want my curb attention
rip your wheels off
damage rims
tail spins
flip your car
upside down
mutha's try to shoot me all day
all they get is a ricochet
...

The Streets _ Todays Special

Written, performed, mixed and mastered: Cozmo Jethro
Chorus vocals: Jenny
Cuts by DJ Real
Roy Ralston voice: Korey Reed

Album art picture taken at Barton Colisseum in Little Rock, Arkansas, USA in 1984. My dad, Forbes Lapp, seated in the foreground on the left. Ronnie Kestenbaum, standing to his right.

Lyrics:

This summer I took my 86 year old dad across the country to meet up with folks I hadn’t seen since 1984 when I was 8 years old.

A little background on this story.
About my Dad and his buddy Ronnie.
A couple ball players from the Bronx.
Back in the 50s they would light it up.

In the 70s they coached together
at Stevenson HS in the South Bronx.
Which was ground zero
for the birth of hip hop.

Together they won back to back
NYC HS basketball championships.
Refining their skills and teachin the kids.
Setting their sights on the next level they did.

They moved together to D1 college
at University of Arkansas at Little Rock.
Won 2 conference championships during their stay
Than in '84, they went their own way.

Traveling back to the past.
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

So this summer it was
Ronnie’s 80th Birthday party.
He was holding a bash in Florida
All the way on the other side of the country.

I was like Dad, yo we gotta go.
You gotta go see your old buddies.
So we packed our stuff and
hopped a couple of planes right across the country.

As we walked into Ronnie’s house.
With his family and friends
it was like being in NYC again.

Everybody’s loud, talking at the same time.
With their NYC accents.
Then Russel, Ronnie’s son walks in,
He’s deaf, and his talk is so distinctive.
Instantly transformed back to '84.
When me and Russel used to play together.

The next night at the bash.
I sat with my Dad and Kevin Brown.
One of my Dad’s players from Bronx.
He also DJed during the birth of Hip Hop.

It was enlightening talking with Kevin Brown
who was involved in that scene.
Involved in hip hop,
since it's infancy.

Another old D1 player who attended, Roy Ralston.
A rowdy, big, loud country boy, fit in well with the New Yorkers.
He picked me up almost over his head, shaking me and shouting,
“Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you're a kid."

Traveling back to the past
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

I remember all these people
As larger than life figures when I was a kid.
Seein them this summer, bein on their level.
That was something really special.

It was like traveling back to my past.
At long last it was actually a blast.

Meeting My Past (feat. Jenny) (cuts. DJ Real)

Storytelling. That's what it's all about.  My tracks are all true stories of things I have experienced and the people I have come in contact with that have shaped my journey. Some produced by me, some by my friends, some downloaded beats. Most of the features are close friends and family, most of who recorded in person at my studio. Thanks for visiting my channel.

Meeting My Past (feat. Jenny) (cuts. DJ Real)

Jed Lapp (Cozmo Jethro)