#WAKEDAFUCUP available on iTunes worldwide March.18.2014

Whut Whut (Produced by Snowgoons)

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Hustlin' Hours Feat. MakemPay (Produced by Snowgoons)

The Realest (Produced by Snowgoons)

Boom!! (Produced by Snowgoons)

"Fade Away" by Caspian featuring Jaclyn Gee. The song is featured on Caspian's new project, Felix Slang, dropping on Jan. 20, 2015.

Caspian - Fade Away ft. Jaclyn Gee

A song from our forthcoming album "VEILS" on A Bruised Reed records.
Chorus
Unchain the hymn from the hymnals, make it breathe in the streets,
Anti-fascist, anti-idol—let the meek take the beat.
No empire choir wiretaps the mercy we bring,
Equal image, equal lineage—every heart gets a ring.
Not a wall, not a gallows—just a table and time,
Let the light write the law on every life in the line.

Verse 1
Cold pulpits, gold-gilt motives—ghost oaths in a flag-draped catechism,
Code switches: “vote Christian,” but the quote’s missing love’s activism.
Vast schisms—mass prisons—past isms wrap fascism,
Patch scripture to match fixtures; that’s cash-driven baptisms.
I thread meter with red-letter ethics—no credits for cruel edits,
Rule fetish, tool rhetoric—fear’s anesthetic, school fetish.
They bless ballots like bayonets, playin’ vets against the vagabonds,
Canon-jet canonized cannons—then canonize the Babylon.
I’m anti–idol idolatry, audit the policy, polish the honesty,
Hollow theology falls when the poverty’s calling with prophecy.
Carpenter calculus: parity’s palace is peril to parasites,
Charity’s malice? Nah—charity’s chalice is sharing our daily slice.
Christ-coded, life-loaded—no caste over kin,
If the last get the lift, then the first learn to bend.
I craft inner rhymes like ligatures stitching a limb,
Every line is a lifeline: we’re all equal in Him.

Chorus
Unchain the hymn from the hymnals, make it breathe in the streets,
Anti-fascist, anti-idol—let the meek take the beat.
No empire choir wiretaps the mercy we bring,
Equal image, equal lineage—every heart gets a ring.
Not a wall, not a gallows—just a table and time,
Let the light write the law on every life in the line.

Verse 2
Nation-as-sanctum, sanctified sanctums—sanctions for truth-tellers,
Pews profit on news prophets, tuned to the gloom sellers.
I parse parables out of the marble of marketable sparks,
Turn a sermon to service, turn the bark into larks in the parks.
No throne-bone thrown—stone hearts shown cold? We thaw ‘em with warmth,
Storm norms with a soft form: food, forms, and open-door porches up north.
Metric of ethic: does the rhetoric edit the hungry from headcount?
If yes—bless the exits; if no—let the bread mount.
Grace-driven grit with a bassline bit that bites through the bitter myth,
Razor of Occam in pocket—I’m chopping the toxic and sifting what’s still a gift.
Kingdom as kin-come, in-sum: incomes become in-one,
Sin drum undone when the in-crowd brings the in-shunned.
If the banner bans the broken, then the plan is out of hand;
Real faith flips rank—no thanks to the fear-demand.
I breathe schemes with seam-deep themes—freedom in limb,
Every believer, unbeliever—equal measure of Him.

Bridge
Not a gate, not a grade, not a grade-A sin,
Just a wave when you’re weighed and you wade back in.
If the Name means “room,” make a room that’s wide,
Let the shame fall off like a loose-tied lie.

Drop/Break
Hands up—no salute to the boot or the suit or the fear campaign,
Stand up—let the root of the truth put the proof in the human vein.
Band up—every color, every mother, every other who was shoved aside,
Plan love—let the banner be the manner that we amplify.

Chorus
Unchain the hymn from the hymnals, make it breathe in the streets,
Anti-fascist, anti-idol—let the meek take the beat.
No empire choir wiretaps the mercy we bring,
Equal image, equal lineage—every heart gets a ring.
Not a wall, not a gallows—just a table and time,
Let the light write the law on every life in the line.

Tag/Chant Outro
No throne for the few—just a room for the many,
No crown without care—turn the coffers to plenty.
No fear in the hymn—let the chorus begin,
All equal, all in—every stranger a kin.

Unchained

Track 11 from the "Everything Is Nah Bro" album. This is titled Let Me Hear It and was Produced by the Snowgoons. It features Sean Strange, Corey Joseph, N.O. The God & Scott G - PRE ORDER the CD RIGHT HERE: http://www.nahbrostore.com/store Plus other great merchandise like hoodies, t shirts, beanies, hats and the cd catalog.

11 - Let Me Hear It - Sean Strange ft. Corey Joseph, N.O. The God & Scott G (Produced By Snowgoons)

Shotgunz In Hell

Onyx - Spit in Ya Face

DJ TAM - R - 15 MIN OF ONYX

Snowmads

Onyx - Ain't No Time To Rest ft Dope D.O.D (Prod by Snowgoons)

La Сoka Nostra - Fuck Tony Montana

In 1993, years before anyone told ya’ to “get up off them goddamn diamonds”, South Jamaica, Queens, craziest Bal-Hed sons, ONYX, were already busy takin’ some of the Golden Era’s loot and running with it to new heights, stamping the term “hardcore” in its darkest terms upside hip hop’s head with their seminal, trailblazing platinum debut, Bacdafucup.

 

The iconic cover image of four bald, angry-lookin’ niggas, their legendary “MadFace” logo, a shoulder-strapped automatic and a menacing boot-tread took rap to a world that could “Slam” in an era where even looking at someone wrong at a rap show could get you gone. Fredro Starr, Sticky Fingaz, SonSee and the late brother Big DS didn’t break the rules: they scared them the fuck away.

 

Twenty years and several full-length underground classics later, there is still nothing so raw in live rap as getting tossed into the barrier by the smiling, sweating, maniacal fans swarming the pit, to find yourself face-to-face with the ever-Mad Faced, ever Bal-Heded ‘Dro and Sticky (and this summer, on the Rock the Bells tour, Sonsee).

 

Face to face with loud, abrasive greatness, you might just find yourself lucky enough to embrace a boot to the temple when Sticky stage-dives, or swimming with the sharks to make waves for the crowd surfers while you “Throw Ya Gunz”.

 

ONYX made boom bap gangsta, gave metal street cred, and exposed the kinship of hip hop and punk rock cultures to a wider global audience on the strength of their delivery and the look in their eye that said this was no gimmick, motherfucker – all under the guidance of their mentor and producer, the departed architect Jam Master Jay.

 

With the Snowgoons-produced Cuzo LP hot on the way and the custom-built hybrid project Black Rock in the aisles and their newly-minted international “100Mad” click growing stronger, 2013 sees ONYX bring it back-da-fuck up in your mad face. Watch out, ‘cuz they’re coming for head-blood. 


Bio by Darcy MacDonald

The Realest (Produced by Snowgoons)

ONYX (Official)