This is my 'News Intro' that I performed live on the air in 1987 with Radio Personality Jonathon Brandmeier and Newsman Buzz Kilman at WLUP FM98/AM1000 in Chicago. It is a parody of my own 'Party Hearty'.

RON SNYDER - The Buzzman News Lounge LIVE RADIO BIT (1987)

Tuesday Bluesday

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Zenit

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

“Fries Stay Dry” definition: Regardless of the intense heat aka pressure I don’t lose integrity I don’t crumble or get weak (moist)… now you have it from the horses mouth save it …. 

A wandering hiphop heartbeat tangled with country grit forming a bold roaming rhythm.

Nikos Mavridis … Viola
Caitlin Thomas … Cello
André Vasconcellos … Electric Bass
Christiano Galvão … Acoustic Drums
Modern Jam … Mix n Master

Instruments: Cello, Bass, Drums, (808)- maybe 

Hmmm
Hmmm hmmm hmmmm

Verse one:
Uh
The streets preach and you ain’t listening 
These diamonds are just glistening 
They shining so bright but your feelings ain’t right 
These gems are like food, good for you too eat
But you talk a whole lot to keep your status in the street (hmm)
Summin ain’t right with your style of thinking 
I tell you when to move and you just stand there blinking 
I’m So confused, how you get drunk drinking 
Just asked your baby mama, and you ain’t even speaking 

Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 

Verse two:
You brag loud but your pockets ain’t listening
Flexing on the net while your rent keeps whispering
You claim you got heart but your courage stays missing
Even your own crew say you move like fiction
Talking like a boss but you fold when it’s time
I see the fear in your stance… it’s written in your spine
You chase cheap thrills but you running from the grind
Tryna act like a king… when you barely hold the line


Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Chorus 
Come again 
Back around 
I’m in town

Come again 
Back around 
I’m in

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Verse three (sung):
I seen men rise just to fall in their pride
Chasing gold they can’t hold… running blind in the night
They talk loud, but their footsteps never match up the stride
Trying to walk like giants… but their shadows don’t lie
And I’m standing here steady while they drift in the wind
Saying strength is a posture, not the noise that you send
If you’re living by the street… better stand on your spine
Cause the truth cuts deeper than a razor’s thin line

Chorus:
Come again
Back around
I’m in town

Come again
Back around

Come again
Back around
I’m in town

Come again
Back around
I’m in

Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Fries Stay Dry (Jah-Femi,  Lew, SE Num & Stephen Cory) [Live Band Edition]

SpaceRuntz (ft. MPG Mello) [prod. Retro]

Lyrics:
In the midway of this our mortal life
I found me in a gloomy wood astray

Far ventured from the path direct
That savage sound of furred shaitan
The nub of my former writing hand
Quivered, yellow or inflamed
Another corner, another tree
The monastery cast on its destined grave
It's howl, dry throated, corrupt cry
Its teeth as horns cast miles high

Far, day depart and the air

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet

Bathed in the styx
But laying in bed
The image of those dagger teeth
Birthed in the bosom of a wretched land
My hand cramps, the ghost of past
Twists on the flame of asunder cord
It laughs at me with callous tones
Drawing to the earth

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet
The heathen lord has come
In this fate
In this fate I found my... feet

Come night
Outside the library
Ice trailed from the church to the chapter house
Dyed red, numbing the waters
Those fangs, I couldn't mistake them
I wrapped my hands around its ten foot neck
Mist climbed from behind its dagger teeth
It crawled, it gnawed, but it couldn't bite my hand

In this fate
If we've had it cast here
In this fate
If memory serves it right
In this fate
Adjust the view, adjust the view
In this fate
In this fate I found my feet
The heathen lord has come
In this fate
In this fate I found my... feet

HEART IN THROAT

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

Lyrics:

Yeah … you know how I do it
Changing like the British weather 
Like a chameleon I switch
Lil flip on the unusual ever changing script
Let’s go

00:19
Goons get they lives touched through winter
Gets tackled and locked in cages when I enter
Cream of lush crop just 4 being better
Screw being rich when u taste like treats 
A balanced of diets to leave your health complete 
Why you hating is it cause feelings speak
I can see them in letters and they spell weak
Somebody should da told u fly boy’s unique
Why he’s banging with beats n rhymes each week 
Get ya head in the motion 
Smooth fella distribute the potion 
Love n hate be the simple notion
To make the drip drop turn in to an ocean
In every circumstance I choose resistance 
In my  persistence i seek out some recompense 
For all the hate gain in such n such an instance 

Chorus 
You can’t mess with me
I fly high
Im soaring 

It is plain to see
How I get by 
How I fly

Verse 2 (01:21 - 1:58) 

Steady in the lane while the jealous hearts chatter
Tryna pull me down with the noise that don’t matter
I rise with a calm that was born in disaster
Turn every loss to a gain moving faster
Life taught me rhythm through the struggle and pain
Now the shadows move back when I’m calling my name
You been aiming at the king but your arrow’s in vain
Cause the shield on my chest is engraved by the flame
Truth in my step… precision in motion
Deep in my breath… conviction in oceans
Watch how I turn doubt into pure promotion
While your envy dissolves like salt in the oceans
Greatness is a habit that my soul repeats
Crowned by YAH’s light when my heart competes
So I glide past the gossip from the coldest streets
Cause a chosen one walks with unbending feats


Chorus 
You can’t mess with me
I fly high
Im soaring 

Description: Raw hybrid heat soaring above envy sculpted in precision and rhythm.
It is plain to see
How I get by 
How I fly

Lil Flip on Script…

The Run

This song is a defiant anthem about the power and danger of speaking truth in a world that tries to suppress it. The lyrics center on the struggle of expressing one's thoughts freely when society or the system seeks to control or silence voices. With vivid metaphors like "chains on my echo" and "words are a crime," the song portrays the artist as a truth-teller who refuses to be caged, using their voice and art as weapons of resistance. It combines personal conviction with a wider commentary on freedom of expression, challenging the forces that aim to stifle individuality and honesty.

Keep your thoughts

opal

Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

This game is padlocked
But it’s a bad lock
Which I broke 
with my mad bops
Pop drops
Explode like pop rocks
Or mentos and coke
Want all the smoke?
Buttholes are closed
And clenched
When I walk into the room
Pussies are drenched
Wussies are wrenched
And screwed
Not chopped
This is hip hop
And I’ll cryp walk
In gym socks
Before I’ll ever
Give up

[pop]
[guitar]
[female]
Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

[rap]
[fast]

Split the seas
Then spun the two sides 
Like I was a Vietnamese 
DJ MC that sampled 
The police and got stung
Like a bee
Im in the journey 
To the top of the pops
And I’m soon to be 
A human beings
Best friend  
Besides pussy 
Oh why do I 
mention
These looney tense
Dimensions
Mooning for impressions 
On X and Ig 
Had sex with Heidi
Klum she’s some 
Poon plus she’s dumb
Umm I mean hey girl hit me up
Because I want to stitch you up
With my prick 
But yea I’m a dick 
A shave the hair off my pigs
To keep them well behaved 
Hegentic and afraid
Of me heehee 
I’m pretty wackiiiiiii
With flow like a fat gaiiiiiiii
Has rolls yea I’m that guy
My poles getting jacked I
Can’t complain  
Ran a train 
On all your relatives 
My problems executive
Functioning I’m really into 
Mumbling and blabbering
But reign it in to nab you kid
Take a stab at it
Like it’s bad fabric 
I’m a mad tantric 
Manhattened 
Man, n**,
I can’t live
I hardly
Can manage 
Sometimes
Without music
Because music
Undoes damage 
From havoc
Of daily life,
Traffic
Marital strife
Acid
Always being flaccid 
Flow is elastic 
Soldier of plastic 
Mold in bowl 
Yea I grow 
Like a soul 
Yikes I’m old 
But in bold 
And will take
You and the universe
To your toes.

[pop]
[guitar]
Only up
Lonely? Yup!
We walk alone
And pony up
The horsepower
We’re worth hours
Or days of your listening ways
We go only up
Into the last days…

Only Up! Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

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The Run

Qilxen