Name: La Belle by Train-Froid
Duration: 3 min 38 s
Description: j'poste des vieux machins, j'ai re plus d'inspi pour la MAO , ha ha

This is amazingly dope...I like this a lot. 

j'poste des vieux machins, j'ai re plus d'inspi pour la MAO , ha ha

La Belle

Saxophonist John Coltrane was one of the most seminal saxophonists to emerge in the post-war years, and is still one of the central figures in history of jazz. More than forty years after his death his playing and composing continues to resonate throughout contemporary music. This collection concentrates on the excellent music he recorded as leader during the 1950’s, and has been carefully re-mastered, allowing you to hear Coltrane’s work in new and un-paralleled sound quality.

John Coltrane - Blue Train (From The Rough Guide To John Coltrane)

much love to http://soundcloud.com/paradicebeats  (this is a beat he made a year ago, called "made you look")

these flows are my thirteenth labor,
my dark horse, and dull saber… 
my cool neighbor asked me over, pork barbecue, 
i finally said i rapped,
he asked how hard are you,
i told him like family, ready to martyr you,
rocks, nails, things hard to chew,
he asked, if it was a difficult art to do,
it is, but more demanding to not pursue,
he said i should do gigs, 
i could probably make it big,
he might be right, i took another swig,
it's stupid, but i'm not sure it's something i would dig,
i replied, then i took a bite of pig,
it's dumb, because you make what you merit,
and regardless of the things you inherit,
only you should hold your stick and your carrot,
i thought, 
when i preach why do i feel like a parrot?
when i sing over beats though, i just grin and bare it,
i care if you think i'm wrong, 
i'm really trying to grow, not just get along,
all the ways i'm trying to build you might not consider strong,
but every thought that comes to me from you will steer my song,
if only subtly, 
when my eyes and ears shut me, i'll still try to feel you, 
understand your milieu, and rap you my deal too,

anyways, walked home in a beer and henny haze,
path lit in the rising sun's many rays,
thinking of music, how i feel when she plays,
how she moves me to penning praise,
i should probably give her all of me today,
try to find a way, try to find the faith,
pry into the doubt that haunts me like a wraith,
gifts, like time, i should not taunt or waste,
i need to find a healthy haste, where i can still savor,
because these flows are my thirteenth labor,
my dark horse, and dull saber,
my battlefield and search for a grindstone.

La Belle

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