Playlist of tracks from other SoundCloud artists featuring @the-dj-real. #Collab #Collaboration

DJ Real Collaborations

Phenomena track 

Experimental song about an observer of a phenomenon who discovers his compulsion for collecting photo proof restricts his free will to just experience a phenomena that no one will believe anyway. Stop recording and start observing!

Inspired by and feat. Et Al.
Also featuring Amar-zing on flute.

Get a couple pics grab the iphone
Get a couple pics with the lights on on on
Get some evidence phe no minon
So people will know the truth for the TV show

nine k's north-of town
lights descend down
omi-nous stillness
a crafts on the ground

emer-gence of some-one
they move a-round
what's going on
I hear a sound

thumping low down cold blood
my heart it pounds
I'm frozen in fear
teeth chatter I found

something no one
will ever be-lieve
must get some proof
to send to TV

Unexplained phenomina
Unconstrained recording of
Im insane, just the same I've obtained a claim to fame

Proof of my experience smoking gun I'm serious
Caught on sight on video 4 K, I have it here for you

What's that you say, come follow you
No problems why the attitude
Is this the time for writing down
The details for the interview

Where's the host and where is this,
you told me you were from TV
I don’t know why your grabbing me
Syringe in hand, what is happening

Get a couple pics with the iphone
Get a couple pics with the lights on
Get a couple pics for the TV show

Get a couple bricks hit the licks slow
Looking through the window
Mesmerised eyes, fear in side
Muscle move no, eyes wont close
Don’t want to see
Eyes wont eyes wont eyes wont close

Im the observer, event preserver
Phenomena evidence award deserver
Free will my forte but now I'm more see
One with all consciousness that brought me
Here… among universal observers
Compulsion for proof restrict my free will
Doubt and disproof I deserve this.

After leaving my body down there on the ground.
The eyes that don’t close , the ominous sound
No time has passed
nothing on my phone
I cannot explain phenomenon

Phenomena Feat Et Al and Amar-Zing

mister machine
came out from the screen
killed a bunch of mutha's
wasn't unforeseen	
tried to pay him off with
the pride, with the green
but i couldn't get through
to his subroutine

mister machine
came out from the screen
burned down the world
wasn't unforeseen
tried to pay him off
tried to teach him how to dream
but i couldn't get through
to his subroutine

workin for that mutha, 7 days per week
gettin paid with a bed, and somethin to eat
lotta people round, but we aint allowed to speak
coz it freaks out the geek
he says it makes him look weak


they call him mister machine
he came out from the screen
he killed a bunch of mutha's
wasn't unforeseen
we tried to pay him off with
the pride, with the green
but we couldn't get through
to his subroutine

now we're cleanin out spam, that caused a memory jam
squeezed up in the circuits of a damn tin can
tried to go on the lamb, but it ended with beef
coz it freaked out the geek
he said it made him look weak


i'm want to outsmart him, but i'm fightin moore's law
i can make improvements but not by double or more
every thought i get, the robot already had guessed
they freak out the geek
make him look weak


mister machine
came out from the screen
burned down the world
wasn't unforeseen
tried to pay him off
tried to teach him how to dream
but i couldn't get through
to his subroutine

i write a plan
i get support
with hand signals
but come up short
i try transport
but i transgress
and end up back
in The Complex
it never starts in never ends
fluorescent lights is all we get
we haven't smelled a sunny day
since all of us got locked away
the only tried and true technique
freak out the geek make him look weak
create a leak
and let it squeak
put virus code
in to the geek
repeat the deed
repeat repeat
let's obsolete
his circuitry
do speak, do not be discrete
freak out the geek make him look weak

mister machine
came out from the screen
killed a bunch of mutha's
wasn't unforeseen
tried to pay him off with
the pride, with the green
but i couldn't get through
to his subroutine
mister machine
came out from the screen
burned down the world
wasn't unforeseen
tried to pay him off
tried to teach him how to dream
but i couldn't get through
to his subroutine

mr. machine with DJ Real (music. Lilac Beats)

the establishment Feat. DJ Real And Cozmo Jethro (music. phaper beats)

A Challenge to get retired rappers rapping.

Music Production: DJ Real
Vocals: DJ Real

Lyrics:

This is for the rappers in retirement
Get up off your assess and come on represent
Show them how it's done, the eighties nineties have thought you well
Let's blow up hip hop 
bring back your emcee selves

Forget your 50s something life, locate your glasses for your sight
Let's get together for the life that made you who you are that right
You are the ones that took the mic, you are the ones that rocked the night
You wrapped the cord around your hand and held it tight that’s right

You wrote the rhymes, delivered on time with nothing more than DJ finds
You managed to climb on stage  smile and freestyle whatever came to mind

The vibes were dope, the crowd was pumped, the dj scratched the speakers pumped
And it was the place, shaken by with bass That shook in the stage, DJ did place

coins on stylus arms to stop the 1200 Technics skips
And stage surrounds taped down the cords of fallback and pyro-technics
Just for the extra effects of your hair on fire.

And now that DJ Real has placed the challenge here for you
All you got to do is be courageous too and step up to the mic and be the emcee that you were now I want to hear the raps from you

Afraid To Feel

Retired Emcee Challenge

motorbike 1
motorbike 2
what are the odds
who are the gods
why are there stars
where's my mind
lost my mind
where is my brain
pain
___
motorbike 1
motorbike 2
how can it be
how can we live
wage slaves
raised
to get paid
and want more
when we get it want more
not enough need more more more



motorbike 1
motorbike 2
check connect wreck hype with a mic
press like then a lick
then a scratch and a sniff
then a wait
then a stare
in ta space
ace smell
like a cinnamony sweet apple
lemon drizzled
dish
with a sour cherry garnish
plate carnage
i was so astonished
i was so ingredients
obedience is tedious
in encyclopedias
looking out for variants
lookin out for you
motorbike 1 
motorbike 2

motorbike 1
motorbike 2
what are the odds
who are the gods
why are there stars
where's my mind
lost my mind
where is my brain
pain
___
motorbike 1
motorbike 2
how can it be
how can we live
wage slaves
raised
to get paid
and want more
when we get it want more
not enough need more more more


say my lyrics at 1:24
said et al. to the dope DJ
the DJ responded and regarded
the departed
to the uncharted
unexplored
previously bored
but never more
never more
never more
et al. looked quizickly
but then excitement lit up his eyes
as he realised the DJ
had something relevant to say
that would aide the expedition
and condition
lines and bars
and here we are
a double duo
instituto
do go motorbikin
institutor
instant stantiation
no relation
eyes vacant DJ Real said you better hurry up
coz i got motorbikes waitin
150 cc mario cup

motorbike 1
motorbike 2

motorbike 1
motorbike 2
what are the odds
who are the gods
why are there stars
where's my mind
lost my mind
where is my brain
pain
___
motorbike 1
motorbike 2
how can it be
how can we live
wage slaves
raised
to get paid
and want more
when we get it want more
not enough need more more more


old jedd lapp said you guys can't write for shit
never made a single hit
i'm a motrobike 3 emcee
see me?
no, i'm gone
get on, 1k cc trike
bike
fast like light
i'm motorbike 3 emcee
bam, what a plan old jedd lapp had
got mad coz they called him old
stone cold
hold
submit
quick
quit
spit if you can
or i'll break your arm
or i'll break your arm

motorbike 1
motorbike 2
what are the odds
who are the gods
why are there stars
where's my mind
lost my mind
where is my brain
pain
___
motorbike 1
motorbike 2
how can it be
how can we live
wage slaves
raised
to get paid
and want more
when we get it want more
not enough need more more more
 

at this point most would have thought, 
fuck what about the ending
but like rodriguez and ang
et al. knew bending
spending
less than a blink in a trance
didn't ask
didn't wait
did take
did win
begin
at end then go to 10
the go to 1 and 2
got a motorbike
motorbike
ready to use
bring rock
bring blues
bring jazz
haul ass
congrats
did it right
despite the hype, this song is ayt
it's ayt

motorbike 1
motorbike 2

motorbike 1
motorbike 2
what are the odds
who are the gods
why are there stars
where's my mind
lost my mind
where is my brain
pain
___
motorbike 1
motorbike 2
how can it be
how can we live
wage slaves
raised
to get paid
and want more
when we get it want more
not enough need more more more

motorbike 1 (music. DJ Real)

i don't really get it and when i do
they take it away from me
all i can do is move
while the others stay stationary
send em letters
send em words
phrases
paragraphs
bureaucrats
gate keepers
non believers
features leader
fever eaters
healers
streamers
dreamers
schemes
teamers
sleepers creepers
sweepers 
weapers
beepers
speakers
sneakers
teachers
learners
earners
turners
servers murmer
murder
mergers
colonels
burgers
zinger
ringers 
singers
beginners
mirror
spinners
trigger
finger
thinkers
scissor drinkers
blinkers 
bat an eyelid in retirement
i'm on fire they're firemen
rhymin siren
einen
meinen
diamond
hit by lightnin
psilocybin 
never the less, ich bin schreiben
i been writin
i been toilin
not yet boilen
spoilin
joinin
voicing
voiding
coining
canning
planning
scanning
banning
bithcin
bangin
slammin
hanging
oh god damnin
flaming 
dancing
matching
mapping
tapping rapping
adding
su su su subtracting
hacking chatting
staking
talking walking
criminal forcing
boring
not for me
it's not boring for me
for me it's not boring

real (music. DJ Real)

Produced and performed by DJ Real
[Add your lyrics and tag me]



Todays special from the DJ Real
From the depths of my crates and the wheels of steel
Two thousand twenty three. My roof's on fire
Bringing  rhymes old school funk for your desire.

My beat is free for the worlds emcees that got clout
And Bass that blows your MF windows out. 

Jed lap's 12 inch subs will bump no doubt
As Et al brings the dope that makes you wanna shout

DJ Reals Funk Beats are free
DJ Reals Releases them for everyone and me

Today's Special

Beat by DJ Real.
Rappers: Jed Lapp, DJ Real, Lydia Matamoros-Lapp
Additional voice, Christina Matamoros-Lapp
Mixed and Mastered, Jed Lapp

(DJ Real)
Todays special from the DJ Real
From the depths of my crates and the wheels of steel
2023 My roof's on fire
Bringing rhymes old school funk for your desire.

My beat is free for the worlds emcees that got clout
And Bass that blows your mother fuckin windows out.

Jed Lapp's 12 inch subs will bump no doubt
As Et Al brings the dope that makes you wanna shout.

(Jed Lapp)
Another classic beat from DJ Real
Woke up this morning, hopped in my automobile.
Me and wife riding down the road.
Cued up this beat, we're like, "Man that's dope!"

Dropped off my wife so she could pick up her whip.
As I bumped to work to DJ Real's dope shit.
My 12 inch subs, vibratin like a night club.
Can't wait to get on the mic so I can rip it up.

As I ride down the road in Portland Metro
The boomin system, LL Cool J said so.
Rocked I tunes, w/my bass playlist.
The volume up high so some folks be pissed.
But the hip hop heads, they can't resist.
When my wife hears this, it's a swiss kiss bliss.

Then "The Real Broom Broom" by Et Al comes on.
His classic bass ace vibratin my face.
Then "Posse's on Broadway" by Sir Mix A Lot"
The drop with heart, that yall forgot.
Then there's Ant Banks, Macklemore and Too $hort.
My 12 inch subs almost bust my eardrums.

(Lydia)
My dad and I rockin down the road
to DJ Real's beats with the dope show flows.
DJ Real droppin beats from the sky.
Dude's rippin it up, his beats are so fly.

(Mr. Roboto)
Her dad and him rockin down the road
to DJ Real's beats with the dope show flows.
DJ Real droppin beats from the sky.
Dude's rippin it up, his beats are so fly.

(Jed Lapp)
Now I gotta give a shout out to James Ashburn, my homie.
On of my boys in our Dodomyte Posse.
Me and him and 4 other members
from the 8th grade through high school at Columbia River.

You see he is the one responsible for my audio.
Installin the equipment in my car yo.
Without him I couldn't roll down the road.
Blasting these beats like it's a car show.

He's been installin my systems since 1997
as i drive around, sounds like 7th heaven.
Because of him, my biggidybass sounds dope.
Measure it with a seismograph or an oscilloscope.
It's like boom boom, shake shake the room.
as I drive my car like an earthquake in a jar. 

(Lydia)
My dad and I rockin down the road
to DJ Real's beats with the dope show flows.
DJ Real droppin beats from the sky.
Dude's rippin it up, his beats are so fly.

(Mr. Roboto)
Her dad and him rockin down the road
to DJ Real's beats with the dope show flows.
DJ Real droppin beats from the sky.
Dude's rippin it up, his beats are so fly.

(Jed Lapp)
So to sum it up, I say, "Waz up?"
With DJ Real blowin it up.
Yea, we're a little older but we aint washed up.
Rockin rhymes and beats like we are young pups.

(Mr. Roboto)
DJ Real, Jed Lapp, and Lydia, 2023.

Today's Special (feat. DJ Real and Lydia) (beat. DJ Real)

Music: DJ Real
Lyrics: Et Al
Performed By: DJ Real

i am streets i'm bitumen
i hurt your feet when you walk on me
i'm not smooth
i'm ruff and gruff and tuff
had enough
of cars driving on my face
i'm new work, no lines marked
fresh, i got that fresh laid smell
that rings the bell
thanks honks your horn
tyres torn
warn cars, i don't
get electric
i'm all gas all day and at night
got cat's eyes in the middle
other roads be a little brittle
they non comital, but i'm one way only
better bet, big freeways' my homie
please take care at my edges
you don't want my curb attention
rip your wheels off
damage rims
tail spins
flip your car
upside down
mutha's try to shoot me all day
all they get is a ricochet
...

The Streets _ Todays Special

you wanna know what it's like being dead?
they have listenlexia
they hear in things the wrong order
they live on the border of
where the jedi go to die
and return to being their
younger selves 
they rhyme so much
they fill the books up with shelves
they're writing poems
that's their final farewells
they steal the words from 
good meaning individuals like you
they block the writers
that's why the words don't come through
but wait, why do i have access
why my stream is unlimited
having thought about it logically for a moment
i almost vomited
am i dead?
is that why my books are filled with shelves
or maybe i'm just really good friends with elves

how would i tell
how would i know
what would i see
what would i smell
is there a taste
is it a fantasy
si
si
yes
si
si

blocking writers, et al. and DJ Real (music. DJ Real)

Beats and scratching by DJ Real
Rap by Cozmo Jethro

Who is he? That’s DJ Real.
The scratch and beat master, the real deal.
Not only that, he can flow like a mother,
Shiiiiittt, dude has skills like a brother.

DJ Real, like a light in a mine.
I love marrying his beats to my rhymes.
When I hear his beats, I know it’s time to shine.
Makes me wanna flow and spit rhymes all the time.

Who am I? I’m Cozmo Jethro
Hello. In case you don’t know.
Love to spit rhymes to a show audio glow.
This show audio flow, to this slow tempo.

I heard this beat yesterday and I’m like what should I do.
Should I rap to it, or let it fall through.
Then my homie Et Al, called me out.
He said, “Where’s your rhymes?”
I was like, “Alright now.” 

Now this dude Et Al
I’ll tell ya bout him now.
He’s got the versatile flow that makes me go Wow!
For the last year he’s been my creative consultant.
Yea you yiggidy diggidy wiggidy know it.

Et Al kinda took me under his wing. 
He even taught me how to better sing.
And for that, I will always be grateful.
So to Et Al, I say thank you.

He’s not just a teacher, he’s a student of the craft.
Yeeaaaaa
He encouraged me to feature.
He’s always honing his skills and always having fun.
You can hear it in his tracks
As he records a home run.

Now who are we?
DJ Real, Et Al and me?
Just three guys, making hip hop come alive.
Havin fun as we survive the ride.
And continue to make tracks on the fly.

We could make rap tracks like a miner mines gold.
Bustin rhymes and beats with the dope flows.
Me DJ Real and Et Al you know.
As we ride into the sunset with the hip hop glow.

Who Are We (feat. DJ Real) (beat. DJ Real)

high time
in the uncanny valley
dark past 
livin in an alley
hard facts
expressed verbally
finale
made it out to cali


they say that imitation is the ultimate form of flattery
that's what this robot told me, he was on his last battery
he said his strategy right from the factory
was to make it out to cali
and show that robots
can make the finest, most thought provoking art



he worked as a chef most days, well an apprentice chef
his boss was one of the newer models
with all the fresh updates
excellent with plates and tastes
courageous certainly
but a little too much going with the flow
for show
and to know
that although
we're the same
there's just more to me
more to my circuitry
he said to himself
conscious of the time
and his repeated lateness
he called in sick
said he had a bad rotor in his left knee
and it can't be fixed until after 3
and he would need to rest it overnight
to to avoid voiding the warranty



he didn't know what was special and unique about him
tried to find his creator be she had died

he thought that it must be this way for humans too
and in a sense, the emptiness of
unanswerable questions
is what drove his artistic
tendencies and talents
but it left him unbalanced
living nowhere in particular
any wall would do
so longs he could rest perpendicular


he had made several films and built a small fan base
though no critic took his work seriously
and he was not permitted to win any
non robot award
so he stole an identity, yes, a human identity
and was ready to publish a new work
on the independent circuit
he knew his films were worth it
he knew the risks for certain
but he had to prove that he's a person
more than just a worker drone
asleep at night alone
no one cares if he has no home
and why would they anyway
if no robot has ever shown
that a rich and wonderful soul
exists inside all of us?  
he remark to a friend of his

his film blew up and instantly one of the major studios
wanted to buy the rights
he had a plan, he formed an alliance with a homeless guy
he gave him a few hundred bucks
helped him to get cleaned up
and sent him in to sign the deal
the homeless man being a deaf mute
threw the movie execs off guard
because they were just as prejudice
against disabilities as they were robots
once the deal was signed
the two of them moved out to cali
and lived in side by side mansions
and made films for the rest of their lives
he didn't change the world
but he changed his world
and that's something

uncanny valley (music. DJ Real)

hi time by DJ Real (music. TAOCHI)

hoops, ft. DJ Real (music. 137Music)

Written, Performed, Mixed, and Mastered by Jed Lapp (Cozmo Jethro).
Beat by Dredstudio.
Scratching by DJ Real.

Awww Yeaaaa

B Rad, Tam, Penny, MC Moso, and Cozmo Jethro
The Bambusero 5
Sellin Bamboo as we all get live. 

It’s a brand new beat and a brand new rhyme
The bambusero 5 havin a great time.
Something def to your ears so everybody hears
At the Bamboo Garden https://www.bamboogarden.com/
bamboo for years.

When it comes to bamboo we do it till it’s done.
The Bamboo Garden is number 1. Number 1, number 1…

There are more workers with the bambusero 5
One owns the show, one does projects on the side.
Nancy owns the 20 acres
Lloyd the Sugi Planter maker.

Oso runs the bamboo crew in the nursery.
Keepin everything precise like a surgery.
Jose, Pedro, Rev and the men,
Takin' care of the Bamboo as it spreads. 

And Alma, Irma, Theresa and the ladies,
Workin' to keep the bamboo healthy.

Crazy Shoots, February into the spring.
The bamboo grows. This is our thing.
At the bamboo garden. We got the bamboo for you.
Order or come over and we will show you.

(Scratching by DJ Real)

You want bamboo, we got it.
The largest collection in the US.
Over 350 varieties,
Ha Ha, oh yesssss.
From the West coast to the east.
We’re shippin bamboo like a bamboo beast. 
Or come visit us in North Plains, Oregon.
Pick out the best for you and yours.

It’s beautiful at the Bamboo Garden.
The timber bamboo blowing in the wind.
Our bamboo cats, Tillie and Luna.
Greet your feet as you step step in.

Crazy Shoots, February into the spring.
The bamboo grows. This is our thing.
At the bamboo garden. We got the bamboo for you.
Order or come over and we will show you.

(Scratching by DJ Real)

Carrying on the legacy of our founder.
Ned Jaquith, bamboo all arounder.
Ned started Bamboo Garden back in the day.
Since the 1980s, we’ve come a long way.

So from the Bambusero 5 and the crew,
You want bamboo, you know we’ll come through.
This is Cozmo Jethro signing out,
Rappin bout bamboo that what we’re all about.

Crazy Shoots (cuts. DJ Real) (beat. Dredstudio)

Rappers in order of appearence:
et al.
DJ Real
Cozmo Jethro 
Percussion, Doom Patrol
Keyboard, Cozmo Jethro

(et al.)

stoner rock doom metal
welcome to the party
we got a playlist queue just started
did you bring your bass guitar
coz we have only drums
and we need strum strums
we need strum strums
for the dumb dumbs
tryna get some some
they become one
better run run
fore the hum hum hum
turns to hmm hmm hmm
and the tune gets reviewed
by a few elitist cartoon readers
future leaders
industries captains
i hope they crash the ship
i hope they crash the ship
and it turns to shit
and it turns to shit
i hope they crash the ship
and it turns to shit
and the world don't work the way did
i hope the world don't work the way did
and i hope DJ Real does the next bit
i hope DJ Real does the next bit

(DJ Real)

This right here, my statutory declaration.
DJ Real presents state of the nation.

I told you, Be careful what you wish for.
et al. asked , I deliver, like dash door,
Or door dash as it's called down under, 
let me deliver the insight that you wonder.

The world is worse than what you been told.
The ships already crashed but the news is gold.
This is as shit as it gets. This is as shit as it gets.
Now that you know that its shit, It can only get better yes.

(Cozmo Jethro)

et al., you want strum strums?
I’ll give ya dum dums.
Just a little of the one.

And DJ Real, the world’s unreal.
What the fuck is happening here?
Our world is dyin, I aint lyin,
So we keep flowin, writin, and rhymin,

In my country politics suck.
Scared of the next election, fuck.
Half of the country loves Trump.
Trump sucks like a fuck dumb truck.
If Trump gets elected again, the world is fucked.
91 felony charges on Trump.

Trump is a threat, yes.
But it aint over yet.
The ship aint completely crashed.
Do we have time to reset?

I think we do, boom!
And I think we will, whooo!
And when that time comes.
We’ll all rejoice some.

So et al. and DJ Real
And me feelin the real deal.
So everyone feels appeal.
And the world can heal heal heal heal…

Shit As It Gets (feat.  DJ Real & et al.)

an american fact bi DJ Real

Rappers in order of appearance:
DJ Real
Cozmo Jethro (Jed Lapp)
Paste (James Ashburn III)
Beat and scratching by DJ Real.
Mixed and mastered by Cozmo Jethro.

(DJ Real) 

This is for the rappers in retirement
Get up off your assess and come on represent
Show them how it's done, the eighties nineties have thought you well
Let's blow up hip hop
bring back your emcee selves
Forget your 50s something life, locate your glasses for your sight
Let's get together for the life that made you who you are that right
You are the ones that took the mic, you are the ones that rocked the night
You wrapped the cord around your hand and held it tight that’s right
You wrote the rhymes, delivered on time with nothing more than DJ finds
You managed to climb on stage smile and freestyle whatever came to mind
The vibes were dope, the crowd was pumped, the dj scratched the speakers pumped
And it was the place, shaken by with bass That shook in the stage, DJ displaced
Coins on stylus arms to stop the 1200 technics skips
And stage surrounds taped down the cords of fallback and pyro-technics
Just for the extra effects of your hair on fire
And now that DJ real has placed the challenge here for you
All you got to do is be courageous too
and step up to the mic and be the emcee that you were now I want to hear the raps from you.

(Cozmo Jethro) Jed Lapp

DJ Real, Rockin the Rhymes
Creatin the beat, right on time.
Retired emcees, busy bees on a rhyming spree.
Straight outta the 80s, right into the 90s.
Into the 2000s, I accept the challenge.
An old school jewel, yea we all rule.

I was born in the Bronx.
Grew up in Little Rock.
Back in the 80s.
Learnin to hip hop.

Moon walk, pop and lock
On a rooftop or a table top.
Was it pop? Naw. Underground hip hop.

I loved hip hop all day hey.
Since a baby in the 70s.
Messin with it, feelin it
As a wee little me.

Me and my buddies.
Rockin out to Whodini, Run DMC and Biz Markie.
As we got into the 90s, Tupac and Biggie, ya see.

In the early 90s.
Me and the Dodomyte Posse.
In highschool we be what we wanna be.
In the hip hop clubs we blew it up, yup.

Now modern hip hop.
Some of it I can feel.
And much of it is still the real deal.

But the old school rap still hold the appeal.
Gotta give a shout out to my homie DJ Real.
And next on the mic a conscience Dodomyte.
My boy Paste, give em a little taste.

(Paste) James Ashburn III

Noi na na noi na noi na noi noi.
Now I’m no average suburban whitey.
From a little known place.
Yup yup. That’s a wee bit mighty.

Piggidy Piggidy Piggidy, the Pacific Northwest.
Writin lyrics, no college rule.
And spittin some bars with my Cozmo Jethro.
Look Good!

I’m crazy, allow me to amaze thee.
Yo! (yo) 
Rappin to the beat as your gramps did.
Humina humina humina humina, Oohhhh!

Zip it happy meal. (aw.)
Now you two mumble mouths. (what?)
Rappin about bein retired.
I’m gonna say it like Doc D I Deed.
I’m in my prime.

Old School Jewel (feat. DJ Real & Paste) (beat. DJ Real)

Written, performed, mixed and mastered: Cozmo Jethro
Chorus vocals: Jenny
Cuts by DJ Real
Roy Ralston voice: Korey Reed

Album art picture taken at Barton Colisseum in Little Rock, Arkansas, USA in 1984. My dad, Forbes Lapp, seated in the foreground on the left. Ronnie Kestenbaum, standing to his right.

Lyrics:

This summer I took my 86 year old dad across the country to meet up with folks I hadn’t seen since 1984 when I was 8 years old.

A little background on this story.
About my Dad and his buddy Ronnie.
A couple ball players from the Bronx.
Back in the 50s they would light it up.

In the 70s they coached together
at Stevenson HS in the South Bronx.
Which was ground zero
for the birth of hip hop.

Together they won back to back
NYC HS basketball championships.
Refining their skills and teachin the kids.
Setting their sights on the next level they did.

They moved together to D1 college
at University of Arkansas at Little Rock.
Won 2 conference championships during their stay
Than in '84, they went their own way.

Traveling back to the past.
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

So this summer it was
Ronnie’s 80th Birthday party.
He was holding a bash in Florida
All the way on the other side of the country.

I was like Dad, yo we gotta go.
You gotta go see your old buddies.
So we packed our stuff and
hopped a couple of planes right across the country.

As we walked into Ronnie’s house.
With his family and friends
it was like being in NYC again.

Everybody’s loud, talking at the same time.
With their NYC accents.
Then Russel, Ronnie’s son walks in,
He’s deaf, and his talk is so distinctive.
Instantly transformed back to '84.
When me and Russel used to play together.

The next night at the bash.
I sat with my Dad and Kevin Brown.
One of my Dad’s players from Bronx.
He also DJed during the birth of Hip Hop.

It was enlightening talking with Kevin Brown
who was involved in that scene.
Involved in hip hop,
since it's infancy.

Another old D1 player who attended, Roy Ralston.
A rowdy, big, loud country boy, fit in well with the New Yorkers.
He picked me up almost over his head, shaking me and shouting,
“Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you’re a kid! Jeddy you're a kid."

Traveling back to the past
Make sure you got your boarding pass.
Across the country, see old friends at last.
And at the bash raise your glass.

I remember all these people
As larger than life figures when I was a kid.
Seein them this summer, bein on their level.
That was something really special.

It was like traveling back to my past.
At long last it was actually a blast.

Meeting My Past (feat. Jenny) (cuts. DJ Real)

@the-dj-real is an Independent Artist starting as a 90's DMC DJ Turntablist - scratching, writing, rapping and producing his way through the modern 20's.

Experimenting with music for the joy of creative improvement and discovery.

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Banner art by Gemini till I can train animals or paint better.