Ahmad Jamal - 'Theme Bahamas'

An Angolan song African Reggae type of Song. Was used as a sample in Nas & Damian Marley track No. 10 Nah Mean from Distant Relatives Album [2010]

Sara Chaves -  Kurikutè [Angola]

Amateur recording by Kimberly Baker - Talib Kweli and Immortal Technique visited Woodlawn K8 School in Portland, OR, invited by Middle School Teacher Chris Riser. Chris, a former Hip Hop artist, now Slamboo Poetry Slam Social Justice Educator, performed for The People's Champions! Respect!

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Chris Riser -  Freeverse

I decided to cut and separate the tracks from Brother Ali EP Left In The Deck [2013] for easier sharing on Soundcloud. and playlist will be created when all tracks get uploaded. 
EP at : https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers/brother-ali-litd or on you tube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGwNhGV26L0
All Tracks produced by: Jake One.
Find Brother Ali on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/brotherali?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/brotherali
Rhymesayers: http://rhymesayers.com/brotherali
Find Jake One on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jakeone
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jakeuno

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website: http://rhymesayers.com
soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers
Lyrics:
[Intro]
Ladies and Gentlemen On the piano tonight, to my left, your right Is Jake One And I am...
[Verse]
Big, bad, body rocking, failure is not an option I been grinding 9 to 5 like Dolly Parton Art for talking, make them lean like oxycontin Not for nothing but the dream sequence kind of vibrant No, I'm not a prophet nor am I proselytizing My assignment, to take my little light and shine it They can not define it so they want to water it down Got to colonize ground and commodify it Put you on a diet of this honest pious Modest live wire writer piping loud enough to start a riot Heart of a lion, both eyes open wide Soul in overdrive, you duly notified Bonafide North Side, alma mater Yeah, my momma might have got us out of there Still though my heat is nearHome base Mosque is there, took my Shahada there When I'm out of here, I swear to God I drop a tear Nothing is new under the sun And so I'm doing what's been done By those who trooped though and proved it can be won Truth is that these musicians grew me as their son So you're a philosopher, my uzi weighs a ton The fluid native tongue, the true creative hum drum Blessed it in that melting pot, the two became as one Recognize an old soul with new school influences Soothing music oozes through him like he blew a kiss Jinn really do exist, I submit the proof is this Truth is the broken heart is harder than the human fist I'm too committed for that superficial foolishness Got to wear the shoe that fits even if it's a crucifix Wallace you are truly missed, pardon all your human sins My douer is you living the garden and it's purely bliss We still bear the fruit of his Houda that was beauty kissed Before Gabriel pick up that horn up and play that tune of his You won't let the humans live, let the humans love Let us never dictate who is below and who is above Let he who lives without sin cast the first stone Most high hung up the phone, hear the dial tone

01. Brother Ali - Dial Tone

The separated tracks from Brother Ali EP Left In The Deck[2013]for easier sharing.
EP:https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers/brother-ali-litd  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGwNhGV26L0
All Tracks produced by:Jake One.
Find Brother Ali
Fb: https://www.facebook.com/brotherali?fref=ts
: https://twitter.com/brotherali
Rhymesayers: http://rhymesayers.com/brotherali
Find Jake One
Fb: https://www.facebook.com/jakeone
https://twitter.com/jakeuno
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soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers
Lyrics: 
[Verse 1]Ran up in the liquor store, waving the pistol 'round
Everybody hit the floor, everybody hit the ground Both of them in the zone, all about the business now If they can stick to code they can hit it and get out Oh, so professional, cleaner than a basset hound Dog when his dick is broke, run it like a give a go Did it before, just to get him some dough Stash box getting too low, they inching for more Out here kicking doors, twenty inches of snow Fifty below, pistol grip is frigid and cold Forever they been going through this rigmarole Getting locked up, grandma bring him some dough Put her house up so they let him come home Oh, so grown[Verse 2]
Two twin brothers raised by their grandmother One was always running and gunning and caused trouble The other one suffer cause they look like one another He wasn't doing nothing, but the fuzz still bust him He must have grew accustomed to the boys trying to rush him One day he had enough and said fuck it So baby now it's on, little brother ride along One was the brain other the brawn and they twice as strong They thinking if it's right or it's wrong One heist the alarm, other nice with the arms You make a move and act shiesty and you're gone He never pulled a trigger in life, but be warned He cold as stone and bad to the bone Let's get it on[Verse 3]
He started out buying shit, trying to have the flyest fits Rocking all the brightest kicks, knocking all the hottest chicks Driving a shiny whip, buy all the drinks That was the old brothers thing, the little brother digs The excitement side of it, trying to out smart a Vic It was the lick until their grandmother got sick She needed surgery and it hurts to see her If they don't act first something worse could occur Might lose a leg, suffer a seizure Emergency might cover her up with dirt Can't suffer to hurt, put something in her purse And so they urgently burst into work We gonna bleed this city like a thirst Our gift is your curse
[Verse 4]
Back to the here and now, we don't have a lot of time Cash drawer clear it out, hand over the dollar signs And feel free to sound the alarm all you want We already downed the phone and the power lines And I really doubt you want to step out of line This Glock 9 of mine will make your mind hard to find Ignorant, the only sound I want to be hearing is The lock on the safe go click-ickity-click This is a bad feeling isn't it? Yeah, listen, bitch Here is bag, get to filling it Lady moved kind of slow like she forgot the code Younger brother watch the clock, "yo, it's time to go" He ain't leaving out this door without this pot of gold Lock and load

[Verse 5]The old owner's down stairs doing invoices Seen the power go out, and he could hear noises Knew what was taking place and had a little something Of his own waiting for this situation He came out bummages to show them what time it is The guns are kind of big, but one ain't ever fired his Aim ain't confident plus he got the power kick Hitting all kind of shit except of what the target is But old papa did just the opposite Shots just ricocheting, "listen mister, isn't playing" Kids made it out the spot, but he followed them Nines still firing, sirens hollering Police arrive and the younger twin dropped just then The owner hit him in the collar and bodied him Kemosabe isn't stopping Continued throwing shots at the cops until the officers slaughter him Damn, now who's suppose to tell grandma and them?

02. Brother Ali - Grandma And Them

a separated tracks from Left In The Deck EP for easier sharing. 
EP at : https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers/brother-ali-litd or on you tube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGwNhGV26L0
All Tracks produced by: Jake One.
Find Brother Ali on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/brotherali?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/brotherali
Rhymesayers: http://rhymesayers.com/brotherali
Find Jake One on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jakeone
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jakeuno
All Rights for Rhymesayers Entertainment 
website: http://rhymesayers.com
soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers
Lyrics:[Verse 1]
Living in a time where life is cyber
You the type to think that everything you pry is your two cents up in a cypher
You just need to quietly admire my desire
Get inspired by a higher form of life or just retire
A riot's only fire, it's the ingredients inside of you
Wood you, tiger I'm Mike Tyson, I'm iron
Meaning you say you would, when I only say that I am
And my universe is only too adverse, there's no trying
Sci-fi pioneering, scientific tie-in
A falsified environment, you save your life with a right click
You dogs high and mindless on the mic and when I'm lying
You can stop me then, you're not even excited to recite it
[Verse 2]
Worlds colliding, your rhetoric is silly
And I ain't hustling, I'm building, ain't a thing that's built quickly
Could only be, dim see, you could dress it up pretty
But a weak foundation, I could break you with my pinkie
Sniffing up all the blow, getting your body swole
But I look inside your eyes and I can know your hallowed soul
Lying to yourself from the moment you press go
You brought it on your own, you're only known for what you own, yah
Chain is gorgeous, but you didn't make it
And your drugs are flawless, but you didn't create it
Then your clothes are immaculate, but you were born naked
We all die, our legacy the only thing we take with
[Verse 3]
Listen now, we're living through this digital age
Even though you ain't locked up in no physical cage
Still gon' need to see your way all through that mental maze
Each new innovation puts us deep inside a case
Picked up all the scriptures and I flipped through every page
Looking for some proof that these are not the end of days
Every single sacred relevation's been displayed
Only thing that ain't been happened yet, the dead have not been raised
You forever passing, 'til my paths are made of passion
My intoxicated, toxic break your thoughts you couldn't fathom
You gon' get the gat [?], you earned it, up up and at 'em
Like the first man on that planet, out the bad shit that done happened
[Verse 4]
I'm doing really really well, living in a minute in hell, like it's a citadel
Where the million listeners under my spell, so they couldn't even tell
Anytime the ignorant prevail, I skip bail and and end up tipping the scale
That rude truth still get telled, keep on lifting up, prevail
My soul, too gold, too broad to fail and it isn't for sale
Even with the pressure to prevail, I shall not crack like the Liberty Bell
And in the days and months to come, I say it once so listen up well
Y'all are selling nature heaven for a digital hell

03. Brother Ali - Digital Age

Separated tracks from Brother Ali EP Left In The Deck [2013] for easier sharing on .
EP at : https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers/brother-ali-litd or on you tube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGwNhGV26L0
All Tracks produced by: Jake One.
Find Brother Ali on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/brotherali?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/brotherali
Rhymesayers: http://rhymesayers.com/brotherali
Find Jake One on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jakeone
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jakeuno
All Rights for Rhymesayers Entertainment 
website: http://rhymesayers.com
soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers
Lyrics:
[Hook]
No, no, no
No, I'll never stop
No, I'll never stop
No, I'll never stop
Just keep coming for more
No, no, no
No, I'll never stop
No, I'll never stop
No, I'll never stop
Just keep coming for more

[Verse 1]
Can't stop the rock, I won't cease in the least
Won't quit for shit, that pause, but never peace
Neighborhood respect, I'm awesome in the streets
Beast on the beats when y'all were peeing in sheets
No toys for Christmas, I just want equipment
Y'all were in the mix, I was at the crib mixing
You at the dance dancing, I'm at the dance spitting
Now I'm globe traveling, y'all at home chilling
I was in the beats in the books and in the zone
You were in the mirror just drowning in cologne
Same corny cliques since 16 years old
You still doing high school shit, you just old
Got a couple babies, I'm raising and educating 'em
Take them on planes and train them in foreign languages
You were rolling stone, escaping and not claiming them
Bitch, you ain't grown, you too lazy to pay for them
Rocked every fan, from basements to stadiums
All of them slammed, the small joints my favorite
Even when I'm old and they say I fell off
Shit might slow, but never shall it stop

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Something about him when he taught me never doubt him
Music get to pounding on that juke to fall up out it
No doubt about it, he better every album
Heavy metal, weaponry flow, steadily growling
Don't matter how many doubters that crowd around him
Love to be surrounded, like the sun when it's cloudy
Let him live a minute to fuck him, he start to shinin'
Let him just tumble to the ground and keep drowning
Never did I desire to make it rain dollars
Make some poor father's naked daughter excited
Plenty fine dimes inspired to bare body
Respond to the high power rhymes I recited
Never believed I needed smoke to catch fire
Or drink fire water just to get electrified
The breath of God that's within, it gets me high
When it's vibrating in me, deliver me to the sky

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
How the hell I stop what I don't remember starting?
Popped out my mamma singing ''Get Retarded''
Kane was my poppa, Pharoahe Monch my older brother
Cube was my cool ass uncle from California
When I got to school I was 'ju-a-jumping' on it
KRS One, Chuck D gave me assignments
If I said I lost it they would send me to the office
Had to see the Principal, Dr. Bambaataa
On that hip hop and I graduated with honors
Atmosphere tour warm up slot, that was my college
Master ceremony job because I rocked it
Finally got my doctorate when I started headlining
Long as the human beatbox keep knocking
Yes, that's my heart - no, I'll never stop
When they put me in the ground and everybody start sobbing
Somebody drive by with the ''Shadows On The Sun'' pounding

[Hook]

04. Brother Ali - Never Stoppin'

separated tracks from Brother Ali EP, and playlist will be created when all tracks get uploaded. 
EP at : https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers/brother-ali-litd or on you tube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGwNhGV26L0
All Tracks produced by: Jake One.
Find Brother Ali on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/brotherali?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/brotherali
Rhymesayers: http://rhymesayers.com/brotherali
Find Jake One on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jakeone
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jakeuno

All Rights for Rhymesayers Entertainment 
website: http://rhymesayers.com
soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Drowning in some kind of rut, grinding, trying to find a buck
Time was up, was out of luck, I was kinda stuck
Eyes wide swollen shut, it's when you're lucky enough
To duck a sucker punch, slip up and catch a upper cut
Crack heads, junkies, and drunks, mugger first
Glad I'm up, come to run 'em up 'till the sun come up
Kids don't run or jump, Hopscotch Double Dutch
Corners of they mouth down, frowning, here come the bust
My head is always up, I was told as such
Cry forever and a day it won't be long enough
Had to get my timing up, refine, shine it up
Gotta find a diamond in the rough, mine's I can strut
A rails solid up, I can bust, destruct
Better get it right, 'fore the pipes decide to bust
But the sun keep shining, the Earth keep turning
And the beats keep banging away, so okay
Married as a seventeen year old
Nobody had the guts to tell me "you ain't even grown"
She ain't love me, she just didn't want to be alone
But I ain't love her, I just love feeling needed so
I guess we're even, yo, turn out she was silly, though
I'm talking messed up in the head like I ain't seen before
Argued every single day, she was screaming flow
Things around the crib with us that aren't leaving, ho
We had a kid, he wasn't even three months old
She would leave him home, alone, only God know how long she'd be gone
Didn't know where we would go, you're coming with daddy now
Happy now, leaving though we sleep on the floor
Here she go, blew her top, 'round my baby boy watch
She socked my in the eye, in the mosque
But the sun keep shining, the birds keep chirping
And the beats keep banging away, so okay


06. Brother Ali - Well Okay

separated tracks from Brother Ali EP, and playlist will be created when all tracks get uploaded. 
EP at : https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers/brother-ali-litd or on you tube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGwNhGV26L0
All Tracks produced by: Jake One.
Find Brother Ali on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/brotherali?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/brotherali
Rhymesayers: http://rhymesayers.com/brotherali
Find Jake One on:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jakeone
Twitter: https://twitter.com/jakeuno

All Rights for Rhymesayers Entertainment 
website: http://rhymesayers.com
soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/rhymesayers
Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
It's time to get 'em, it's time, time to get 'em
My vibe got to killing, my eyes start to glisten
I ride the rhythm with signs like precision
Right arm got to swinging, the highlight division
In my mind I'm hearing the gospel choir singing
I could not fight the feeling, I find it mighty thrilling
The crowds start shifting, the broads get to gigging
Their body parts wiggling, my kind of women
Especially when they thick and pop all out the Denim
It's really not a sin to admire what God give 'em
I know my wife listening, come on, I'm only kidding
I can find a lot iller way to grind at the living
Don't think for not a minute that I forgot about my children
Their little tummies is rumbling and I got to fill 'em
I'm all about my business, sock 'em out if I'mma spitting
It's kind of hard to fit it, my saga systems
But I don't give a shit, my shows are hella intimate
If you guys are a band, then where the hell are all your instruments
Interesting, holla at the maid in D
Pull something out the seat and season them up for me
He asking my staff ''what's happening with your captain?
He look like Gene Hackman and talk like Mars Blackmon''
Lobby at the W, the hotel was cracking
I took off my jacket and called it a backspin

[Verse 2]
Let it be known I love all of my fans
A lot of y'all are making water and they washing your hands
Got a big box of vinyls, signed them all in advance
So don't get off me with your slovenly ass and don't bother me
I dress sharp like Dapper Dan
Big white beard looking something like the Santa band
The Kentucky Fried Chicken man
Cush me like a pimp, said he had a biscuit in his hand
So strange and I must admit
Don't know what stranger shit it is, but I'm full of it
I be that dude in my 80's still trying to spit
You be saying ''yo, yo, I almost made it'', but you should've quit
Till then I'm in the rain with some other men
Riding on the train, tuxedo and some runner kicks
I ain't paying out nothing to the government
'Til somebody run Biz Markie for president

Haytham Faisal

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