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Ill Minded - Whatcha Say

Big Ric - Knoc 'em Out (1998)

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Ooh & Sherrad - Watching Days Go Bye (1998)

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ABSENT MINDED - MAJESTIC FLOW ( 1996 SWE Rap )

[Verse 1]
Room’s dark  no smoke, no mirrors.
Just a single bulb buzzin’ like it's tryna warn what’s nearer.
Got notebooks stacked like eviction slips,
Every page a moment I ain't supposed to admit.
See, I learned early: keep your silence in shape,
They only call it pain when it’s dressed like escape.
And I ain’t been “fine” since cassette tapes hissed,
Now I spit lines that feel like bricks through wrists.
I been cornered by thoughts that don’t even blink,
Chained to a voice that don’t flinch when I sink.
I ain’t pullin’ rabbits  I pull red flags,
Sew 'em in a jacket just to wear what I dragged.
You scroll for hope, I bled it in verses,
Carved every doubt out, rewrote the curses.
They want vibes, I give 'em scars with beats,
That hit like flashbacks under bedsheets.

[Verse 2]
I ain’t performin’  I’m unloadin’ a file,
Every word encrypted with a childhood trial.
They told me rhyme schemes sell better with bling,
So I brought nightmares dressed in sixteens.
I don’t flex chains  I flex coping mechanics,
Poured my grief in a flask and turned pain panoramic.
They thought I needed therapy  maybe I do,
But these beats let me scream where the silence grew.
I don't dance on stage  I shake with control,
Every punchline's buried in a trauma I stole.
You want hooks? Cool  here’s one in the jaw,
Now rewind that, scratch it, loop my flaws.
I’m not broken  I’m blueprintin’ the wreck,
Every failed dream’s a brick in my neck.
You chase charts  I chase the relief,
That maybe one verse’ll keep my pulse on beat.

[Verse 3]
There’s no magic in this, just muscle and mind,
Just a kid who learned rage makes a hell of a rhyme.
I never wrote spells  I wrote what I feared,
Till my verses became the map I steered.
I been screamin’ in silence since back of the class,
Now I spit truths dressed in razors and glass.
My notebook ain’t lyrics  it’s blood that dried,
A page for every time I got choked and lied.
You wanna know the trick? There ain’t none, friend.
This is pain wrapped in patience I won’t pretend.
You want beats to vibe? I got beats that bruise,
Every snare like the sound of another excuse.
So let the lights drop. Let the booth lock.
Let the DJ cut the loop on my thoughts.
And when the scratch hits, and the bassline swells 
You’ll swear you saw smoke…
But that’s just me raisin’ hell.

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Congregated

Brass Tacks - Ice Breaker Classic   Hidden Insight

Artist : Uptown
From : Brooklyn, USA
EP : No Pain, No Gain
Label : Columbia
Remixed by Salaam Remi
1995

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