Name: Global Intimacy FM Sessions : : Taigo Onez : : Gray Area by Taigo Onez
Duration: 48 min 18 s
Description: From the 2013 global intimacy FM archives : : Taigo Onez

A minute in and i already know im about to love this 👌👌

Pass the salt, pass the pepper, pass the mic around
Like a break in a record, bout to get down
It’s bound to cause some controversy, small or big town
Big fish, small pond, kinda like a myth now
Far as sink or swim, thin line, with a split crowd
Trying to share my life, god willing, do it with style
Locked on my life goals, he’s a human mis-sile
Tune in now, wait too long, you may miss out
Fate called my number, but must’ve been a misdial
Thought I had the answers but I guess they’ve been misfiled
One thing I know for sure, just trying to live in bliss now
Happiness been fleeting every since I was kid- CHILD
Please memories cut deep, some real foul
Used to take the ugliness, blend it with ill style
Now I take the filth, wash n rinse, cleanse then guilt
And write through the pain till every inch is felt
It’s sort of like a ritual, the rhyme is like a raft
Push in the water, light the match, spark the staff
Engulf it into flames, push it out into the waves
Wherever that it sinks…that’s where the failure stays
Plan on feeling free, living in my elder days
Sitting in silence, it’s my Hans Keller phase
Don’t raise your hand, for parts you can’t understand
Just please pardon the brand, it’s all part of the plan

Better or worse, it’s intentional I did this
It’s not new invention, I’m reprinting from the index
First time it fell through, but I plan to win next
Crack the glass ceiling but first, pass the Windex
I wanna see clearly, reshape my theory 
Analyze the enemy, including those that’s near me
If I said ‘I love you’, I meant that sincerely
Said it more than twice, then it means I love you dearly
Million miles apart, thousand days since we spoke 
Confusion in my heart, doesn’t change what I wrote
My brain is on the ropes, this weight class joke
This heavyweight depression got my peace in the yoke
But he didn’t know I stashed a dagger in my cloak
I put it to his throat, ‘Release me and my folks!’
That’s just passing hope, that real is more complex
And being self aware is merely one of the steps
Try to build community, seek a good therapist
Show no shame cause the path we trek is perilous
If love is in the air, I can’t feel where it is
Hurt people hurt, predictable as a parrot is
There it is, the raw data, all actions all matter
Diamond in ruff, yeah, classic case, ball-batter
Fat beats, no gallbladder, painting words, wall splatter
Choking on my own words, just to watch the ego shatter

Wellness Check

Shrouded in darkness, his eyes like the stars in the sky
Hard to describe but recognized from the scars on his hide
Deep and hideous but do not not pity us, or our affiliates
We get really deep into the meat, exposing idiots
The truth comes to light, but sometimes it’s too bright 
This is life, eternal fight just to try and do it right
An approach that’s assiduous, connective just like MIDI is
A matter of convenience more stress, like the city is
I ain’t city kid, come from the other side of town
Been a foreigner, I stood and I took a look around
Trying to master my surroundings, trying keep my spirit grounded
Trying to keep my goals unbounded, trying to finalize my sound
But it’s finite, the grind might, lead me to the pine box
It’s fine art, but still use my hands, like it’s sign talk
Sign off, final transmission from the field of dreams
I build through means, without the profit, altered logic, Celestine 
Seldom seen, selling magic beans on the dark web
Plant, add water, watch ‘em grow in your own head
Gon’ head, times are critical, the warning’s on red
False Prophets on the corner, spinning lies, daddy long legs
I’ve long said, ‘My end is near’, but here I am, the long stretch
Wrong neck of the woods, on a path, taking the wrong steps

Lost wanderer, spell conjurer, mic conqueror
Return of the minotaur, the quintessential ponderer
Incremental sacrifice, slowly slice away ya life
Ya played with dice, snake eyes, now I guess ya pay the price
I prayed for rights of those who every day they have to raise & fight
Day and night, modern man’s version of the canaanites
Each page write covers lots of ground, it’s the age of ice
Aging nice, kept it down-n-dirty like some cajun rice
Stages / Lights make me feel confined like some caged in mice
Rather be druid in seclusion, under cave-light
Made life better, once I focused on my hindsight
Key in on my happiness, disregard the limelight
So all aboard the astral plane, it’s your captain speaking
If I get too far ahead, just  look out for the beacon
I spend weekend’s writing endlessly to keep me from the bush-league
First round draft pick, Atlanta bound, Butch Lee
Wish ME luck, I’m bout to test this new contraption
Used for mapping out the future to ensure conducive action
Using magic, plus some ancient gadgets, logic with some changing facets
Lean into my strangest habits, sit at home, creating classics
Fading sands, back in time, shot the ground, made em dance
Game of chance, trying to hold on with they’re praying hands
Way advanced, futuristic being, secret life of plants
Speaker of the House of Wax where EVERYthing is happenstance

Happenstance

I used to walk many miles, writing rhymes to say
With a great memory on full display 
Locked in my head, get home quick as I can
Turn on the 4-track, put the mic in hand
And I might stand, or I might sit on the floor
Relaxed to the core, then let the rhyme just pour
And I won’t bore with all details that occur
When trying to record, a rap masterpiece so pure 
And oh sure, that wasn’t always case
Perfection I chase and let greatness fall in place
Y’all waste so much time thinking in small ways
ALWAYS giving off bad vibes (crawl space!)
Smile on my face, cuz I’m in a beautiful place
Fragile, could break with just one brutal mistake
Used to the weight, used to the time things take 
Tempt fate…cause right now things seem great

Seems Great…Seems Great…Seems Great
Things Seem Great…Seems Great
Yeah, Things Seem Great…Seems Great
Yeah, Things Seem Great…Seems Great…Seems Great

Seems great, but you better look both ways
Catch ya on the flip side, start a whole new phase
Long days, short nights, don’t feel sun rays
Need room to breathe, greener grass to graze
The last to raise the fist, is the first to fail
Tooth and nail, almighty vs the frail
If it hurts to tell the truth than the truth has failed
Use the state of the world as some proof as well
Tip the scales, send the devil's back to hell
Then I’ll sip satan’s tears from the holy grail
Hope it helps to hear that you’re NOT alone
It’s the anger we share, from the pain we own
But pain be gone, give happiness its due
You have to choose, the power of the change is YOU
Strange but true, we all seem to lose out the gate
BUT WAIT…right now…things seem great

Seems Great…Things Seem Great…Seems Great
Things Seem Great…Seems Great
Things Seem Great…Seems Great
Yeah, Things Seem Great…Seems Great

Seems Great (In A Manner of Speaking...)

From the 2013 global intimacy FM archives : : Taigo Onez

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Global Intimacy FM Sessions : : Taigo Onez : : Gray Area

I sit and I meditate, realign my mind, tryin’ to get it straight
Dissipate the dark cloud ‘fore that it turns to hate
Learn ya fate, time’s up, now it’s YOUR turn to wait
Don't turn away, stare into the face of my mental state
It’s been late run, but I’m still training and feeling great
In terms of rapping, happy and I actually feel embraced
Filling breaks with vocal takes, unknown in my local state
Stay at home, staying on the mic, and it’s open late
No mistake, it’s soul food, I got a open plate
Like open play, enter all the data with no delay
I know to way to engineer a rhyme like the Golden Gate
Old and grey, still hungry, told that I over ate
Over 8 ’xactly when I started this pathway
That path strayed, the loved stayed, that’s all passe
Two years till 25, soon to be Class A
A castaway that cast away his love in a cascade
So I find that silver lining like that song that Caz made
No cash made, that’s ok, I build on skills
Live off will, follow dream til it’s fulfilled
Since back in the day, yeah, when my Puma’s suede
And Fat was the Lace, in batting it’s foes that I faced
I gave em a taste of breathing in the fabric of space
Rapping with haste, cause I don’t got no moment to waste
Started from scratch, I didn’t have no picture to trace
Slowed up the pace by pulling stolen moments from crates
Honing my base, I come from a unknown place
That the past don’t know, and the future chase
It used to take a whole lot longer to shape
A whole new universe, yeah, but time’s displaced

Demos

Instant Mediatation

Wauk-town get down, cause I’m back again
It’s the Almighty Chiller, that’s a fact my friend
Back to wind, crowds, bout to pack em in
To opposing MCs, keep practicing
I’mma see ya on the streets, maybe Sheridan
And I’mma serve ya with a rhyme, so embarrassing
And there within perhaps yall can find a path
And I’ll review yall style when I need a laugh
Ya need to ask where to make a demo to send? 
The Rage Cage, Talent Investment, or Studio M
Make songs… it’s time to the leave battling alone
Because chances too slim when I sit in throne
Heads flown, high risk like rent to own
Wanna beat this man, better find his clone
But make it known, there’s plenty who I do respect
Who keep the Lake County scene in full effect
Cool Or threat? Fine line; spool of thread
Most Illinest B-boys, true Hip Hop heads (True)
Richard Ray used to drop that Soda Pop
The VFW is where I first seen em rock
That grew to Chapter 2, Deejay Bird is Crew
Black Man Zeke, he a freak, but a poet too
Going thru the names on the scene I’m respecting
Like Lethal Weapon, now it’s time pause for a second

The gangs out creeping, and the streets is gritty
Like fights breaking out at Neon City
And a Youth Center party is the place to go 
I saw His Majesti rock, I was there, first row
Captain 2 Fresh, cutting up the dopest tracks
And I bugged out when he played Dog’N the Wax
Just one year later at the Genesee
2 Fresh cutting up the Kaos LP
Shout to Fresh City & DJ Reese
7-4 Posse & MC Council, PEACE
That’s our OGs, MC’s known to please
Can’t forget K-Prince and Jammin JG
But those who leech, watch out, he’s off his leash
A wild beast, Wildstyle, fully out ya reach
We stand tall, D.B.I to Criminal Law
From the 80s to 90s, we was Simply Raw
And to the Hard Brotha and Brotha Cold
Keep Executing rappers with a style that’s bold
And I was told, Badd Mixx got wrist control
Cool Breeze mix with ease got so much soul
And, Blaze raise the heat, mixtape king
DJ Gee, give that man a champion ring
And, I don’t sing, hardcore like Fire & Ice
I don’t play nice, on my comp I’ll be firing twice

Got a whole lotta rhymes cause I just can’t stop
And I’mma bring my own mic every place we rock
Like, Fiesta Palace or the JM Club
And the PR Society, it’s all love
Hip House reigned supreme, but when they need a break
Wildstyle stepped in with that 808
Shake the place, try to get the crowd all hyped
And I’mma say these words, once I grab that mic
‘Any MC, who wish to try their luck, speak up
I’ll meet ya outside to crush…’
And I won’t rush, I’mma take it slow and smooth
Ride the groove, cause I ain’t got nothing to prove
I can’t lose, this ain’t no game to me
And too many MCs sound the same to me
Shamefully, and I don’t need to name no names
They know me, and know that I can’t be tamed
I walk for miles, with headphones mumbling styles
The Wildstyle Files, there for MCs to browse
But still I’m proud of all those with their own sound
Full Deck, talent show; tear the whole house down
MC Action, DJ Dread, D.O.P.E
Eze T, Lonnie C, and Vicious D
Mannie Jilla, true killer on the cipher scene
Uno Phelps on the beat is a MC’s dream
Hardrock’s my team, too many to name them all
But you can catch us all hanging at the Lakehurst mall

The Legend of Lake County

Breaks beats blend with my fractured soul
I practiced till I was perfect then I cracked the mold
Act like ya know battlin’ aint practical
I track a foe, verbally crack his skull
I take control, invade your space like Krull
If you thought ya had a chance, that’s void and null
I’m annoyed with toys taking all that bull
So shh… be quiet, the pasture’s full
The past is full of answers, and disaster too
Just passing thru, trying to show what passion do
Ill-rational, how I choose to crash a crew
If I have to lose gonna be after YOU
As I grew, learned how to mangle words
Deciphered clues, learn what the angles were
Then things occur that can’t be explained for sure
I prefer to stay fly; angels, birds
The same ole nerd, but still ain’t the one to test
I’ll test ya reflex with a kick to the chest
Quick to invest in anything that solve for stress
Cause, effects, eliminate what cause regrets
Pause and let time have a moment for self
Too late to change the bet once the card is dealt
On knees I knelt, prayed to be saved, please HELP
But then I heard a voice yell, ‘Best ta save yourself’

The voice that I heard came from the depths my own brain
And made me realize I was locked in my own chains
Old pains left me all worn and complacent
Then I finally I faced, yeah, now I’m back in basement
The rap ain’t amazing, in fact this to back to basics
React to a track, post it, then track my engagement
Factual statement, I ain’t earned no actual payment
That ain’t the goal, that don’t mean I ain’t trying to change it
Let me explain it in a different way so ya get it
I more than committed, pouring out my heart when I writ it
Totally submission to self, and ain’t scared to admit it
This is a visit, my homeworld? That’s what this isn’t
Trust in the vision, but feels like I’m trapped in prison
Crafted a prism from colors that I found on spectrum
Mix and dissect em, bend em any way I direct em
The mind is weapon, the rhyme has some minor aggression
I am an artist, never mind my actual profession
Time is a blessing, timing is a separate investment 
You may suppress it, but you could never sever the essence
Forever connected, metaphors, most wouldn’t catch it
I don’t expect it, humility, pride is protected
But if you’re feeling me, please, keep buying the records
No trying or guessing, focus on a style that’s effective
Wild and reflective, effort of ill-rational method

Ill-Rational Method

Sheridan RD to Lakeshore Drive (SHOUT-OUTRO)

JUST BREATHE….
 
JUST BREATHE…

JUST BREATHE…

JUST BREATHE…

JUST BREATHE…


The breath of life, feel it in the pit of your soul
LET GO, let the feeling take control 
If your alone in your home, then just bop your head
But if you’re in a nightclub I need to see some sweat
Out to get the perfect feeling cause my time is due 
Then Imma mix it in the music just to share with you 
So if life got ya tripping, then I’m here to relieve
Put your ears near the speakers…and just breathe 

JUST BREATHE…

JUST BREATHE…

JUST BREATHE…

JUST BREATHE…

Just Breathe featuring General Consensus

This is the instrumental version of a mixtape I made celebrating my time on the Lake County, IL Hip Hop scene circa '87-'95 (North Chicago, Waukegan, Zion, Etc...). All these beats were made between 1989 and 1995 for various artists I was producing then, but they never came and laid verses to the songs. So I decided to clean them up, and make a mixtape. All the beats were digitized from cassette tapes, so don't mind the tape hiss and normal wear and tear. But they were also enhanced in Pro Tools with some light studio magic, so don't sound too bad for some beats made in my various living rooms through those years using either the Roland TR-808, Casio SK-5, and a Tascam Portastudio 4-track OR the later set up; SP-12 (5 seconds sample time), Quadraverb, and Tascam MidiStudio 688 8-Track. It's possible a couple were transferred direct from the SP-12 and further developed on KBATE's MPC-60, which I did some times, but not 100% sure if any of these apply. Anyway, take it back to the 90s on this one. Vocal version to soon follow...

8-Seems Great Instrumental

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