Steven

Killer Mike - Ready Set Go remix (feat. Big Boi & T.I.)

"[1: A.D. Carson]
It’s the anti—everything that you believe you stand for.
Cancer that a man stores in his hands for
laying ‘em on parishioners wishing for some malignance.
I’m really just saying what I’m writing is sickening. 
What I’m writing is vision. 
What I’m writing is healing.
What I’m writing is flashes of lightning across the ceiling.
Flames from the floor, flickering, licking your feet to move you, 
fool you into believing that when you move, it’s the true you.
Voodoo dance from dude whose hands expand reality. 
Puppeteering, but from what you’re hearing, you do it naturally. 
And actually I’m to blame for it all—
I’m the reason, even your breathing—if you rise or you fall.
They said Hip-Hop’s dead. I said it must be a joke, 
‘cause if it’s really the truth that means I fuck with the ghost.
And I ain’t—above believing in what people don’t see, 
but I can’t—believe in it if don’t believe in me, 
so where are you? 

[2: Bad Dreams]
It’s that long night sleep tight now that you think you woke up 
Soaking in your psychosis I’m dosing you with the donuts  
You wading into them rivers just wishing for this deliverance  
You floating in them oceans and just hoping for your atonement
Cooking up something frozen
Cooling off the commotion
What I quote is drums invoking tongues of the chosen 
Black Rhapsodies Rap tapestries get woven 
Bodies contorted jerking the circle is never broken 
Like the slave embracing godliness, embrace the bodiless
Authorship beyond consciousness that’s where the party is 
Burn Down the plantation regardless
The ghosts told me never the fear the darkness 
that’s where the realest part is
They said the blues is dead I said it must be a joke 
Amiri Baraka handed me some smoke and I just took a toke 
And I ain’t above believing in what people don’t see 
I believe in ya’ll even when ya’ll don’t believe me 
So who are you? 


[3: A.D. Carson]
God bless the child that can hold it in. 
Believe…enemies bleed when I hold my pen. 
Let these words be the first to my unborn seeds
so they hear the voice of God clear—blast for me, 
blast for your you, and those who come after you.
Keep your peace, until they make you have to use it—
have to lose it—clear choice: after music 
comes the fall. So, really, what I’m doing’s for y’all. 
But you’ll never know the truth, never see it for self,
never believe ‘cause you can’t understand it, or else
have it chewed and spewed back at you, pick it up and endorse it,
then you’ll support it, get it to fit. If it don’t, then you’ll force it. 
They say my people are dead. I said it must be a joke, 
‘cause if that’s really the truth that means I’m talking to ghosts.
And I ain’t—above believing in what people don’t see, 
but I can’t—believe in it if don’t believe in me, 
so what are you?" 



Talking To Ghosts feat. Bad Dreams [Prod. by Preme]

The Sun Is Out [featuring C-Style]

Stressin' My Words [featuring C-Style]

“[1]
I used to be the kind of guy who was kind of fly
kind of like the type who like to ride a bike despite the sun not shining bright.
I like to think it was perspective, but if I was perceptive
then I’d know it’s cause I was neglected. 
Mother f’n up the child support checks wit’
whatever she dealt with—card house falling on itself.
So my heart turns cold—poppa at the club, try'n'a get paid; 
diamonds a girl’s best friend; we call a spade by his name.
And I saying this emotionally, supposing if we 
had the Huxtable family, then that luxury could’ve damaged me more
than I am, and, see, I don’t believe in mistakes like
snake bites, brakes lights, nothing more than fate, right?
Crap shoot, shake dice. At least you took the gamble.
A man don’t got a chance if he just watching from the side. 
It’s easy to say, “He lost.” but harder to say “I tried.”
It’s simple to know the theory…let’s see it when it’s applied.
Supply and demand manhandles many, and anybody who’s tellin’ you diff’rent prob'ly
don’t understand economics. 
You see, that bike I was riding around on when it was cloudy, 
was really just to prepare me for folks who were stationary
and daring me to be diff’rent, I channeled it into this. It’s
medicinally elicited, written like a prescription, shit.

Take two listens and call me when you get it.
I’ll write you another one that’s more potent if you don’t feel it. But you will. 

[Hook]
And I meant it just for you...
For when you need some words that are words that you listen to, 
or when you need ‘em to give, just distribute…
these few…are some that I use to get me through. 

You see, I’m not the same guy that I used to be, 
and if I’m judged by the past, then I’ll be glad to say that 
I can look at yesterday’s sorrows and see tomorrow, 
borrow lessons I learned, and turn ‘em into my future.


[2]
I used to be the kind of dude who was kinda rude. 
Blind from booze. Try’n’a lose myself in myself. Got into 
the driver’s seat, and I can speak from experience when I tell ya,
it’s a real thin line in between success and failure.
Heaven and Hell are rarely seen and described for the living. 
Either you get on with it or be imprisoned by the constant thoughts, 
the kind of talk that make you doubt your purpose. 
They only see your surface. If you believe your worth is 
less or greater, let ‘em make you buy into it, there’s your fate, ‘cause
you are who determines who you will be. Not him or me.  

You see that car I was driving around in when I was drinking
was really to get me thinking how this could end in a blink. 
And when my eyes opened—the cries choking back the pain— 
how can I explain how that’s a gain, except for saying,

“Take two listens and call me when you get it.
I’ll write you another one that’s more potent if you don’t feel it. But you will.” 

[Hook]
And I meant it just for you…
For when you need some words that are words that you listen to, 
or when you need ‘em to give, just distribute…
these few…are some that I use to get me through. 

You see, I’m not the same guy that I used to be, 
and if I’m judged by the past, then I’ll be glad to say that 
I can look at yesterday’s sorrows and see tomorrow, 
borrow lessons I learned, and turn ‘em into my future.

[3]
I’m not so certain that I even got the choice to press Play. 

I found myself by myself, told myself this discovery was monumental, 
because there were no subjects similarly stenciled, 
just me, and as long as I used pencil to craft my story, 
I could go back and erase the parts I didn’t like; 
I could fill in the spaces where I didn’t write; 
I could shade the pages or dim the lights where I deemed appropriate

because I was in control. 

I didn’t start the game, 
didn’t have to blow in a cartridge
to un-glitch it. I just had to “get with it.”

No series of switches or configuration of keystrokes 
gave me hope of one day winning. 

And I’m not even certain that I chose to press Play. 

I found myself by myself, told myself this discovery was monumental, 
because there were no subjects similarly stenciled, 
just me, and as long as I used pencil to craft my story, 
I could go back and erase the parts I didn’t like; 
I could fill in the spaces where I didn’t write; 
I could shade the pages or dim the lights where I deemed appropriate

because 

I was in control.

[Hook]
And I meant it just for you…
For when you need some words that are words that you listen to, 
or when you need ‘em to give, just distribute…
these few…are some that I use to get me through. 

You see, I’m not the same guy that I used to be, 
and if I’m judged by the past, then I’ll be glad to say that 
I can look at yesterday’s sorrows and see tomorrow, 
borrow lessons I learned, and turn ‘em into my future.”


Take Two Listens [Produced by Preme]

"[1]
Even as I’m sitting down to write this, like it’s a letter home, 
feeling wrong in these bad lands, stand, and let alone. 
Let a loan put me in debt—inject the payback. 
They say that I can defer—waiting for May, back
when I was winning, winter was colder, summer was warmer. 

Mom and Pop was honored. The block had its performers. 

On the corners, where we were warned and heeded the warnings
we thought that normal living was chilling to see the morning. 

Now we see her mourning in black—how do we act?
Under attack—no tactical unit—choose to react
as reactionary and scary as victims tend to respond. 

Bomb first—storm on horizon—visually calm.

I’m your mutherfucking nightmare. 
And you won’t see my back to put another fucking knife there.
Chuckle if you must, but muster up the guts to set your feet to stand. 
I’ll show you how a boy can be a man. 

Manage to turn me to villain, 
then watch the cops pop me and drop me with little feeling. 

Paint a Sistine with six teens on ceilings
to document our descent to consenting to the killing.

It’s like we’ve seen it all before. 
History repeats. It ain’t unique, and being poor
or being black ain’t never been the thing to be, but even more, 
at least They had the decency to speak and see it as a war.


[2]
And over here they say it’s better—
but Here and Now is There and Then. 
We ain’t escaping terror. 

Nope.

Seems more like we’re inviting it.
Soldiers dying at war without even knowing they fighting it. 
Liken it to the lights going off—if it starts flickering.
You can call it progress. I’ll see it as an epiphany.

I won’t be digging me a grave unless I’m making space for you lay inside it. 
I ain’t lying down. I’m riding. 
I ain’t try’n’a sound defiant, 
but I’m down to join a riot if they try it. 
No trial, no choices. No child, 
no day, should have to fear for his life.
No way this is living. 
No place in this country.
Father forgive us. 
Ought to remember how far we’ve come, and be proud but
we’re reminded every 28 hours."


Letter Home [Produced By Truth]

“[1: A.D. Carson]
Make no mistake, it’s about G’s.
Understand, I don’t give a F, it’s about Ease. 
About Deez...flows I perfected—moment I Seized—
guy that I Be. And y’all ain’t really fucking with me.
It’s A. 
Opportune moment for me to hone it.
Belly full of hunger, ain’t no question do he want it. 
Every second dude is on it, man, he questions every second dude who’s on and
he’s coming up with less than few responses. 
I’m a let you do the nonsense. 
I’m a lecture you to let you to the conscience. 
I’m elected. A selected few I bond with. 
A respected dude who’s honest, 
I’m eclectic, too. I guess it’s due to Momma’s
hectic rules and sketching through them comics
and them metric school responses
that left us to our lessons full of garbage…
that never taught us Huey P or Garvey
and were February sorry…made we wonder are we even hardly
better off than when we started being chartered. 

I’m aiming for the godly—and not asking permission. 

Dues already paid but, no matter, it’s intuition I’m listening to and giving to you
when I’m doing this here. I’m sincere, 
and speak from experience—plenty sins here. 

[Hook]
That’s Truth on the beat, and I speak his name
even when I spit in the streets, you hear what I’m saying, 
but do what you will with it
I’m usually ill with it
and if I’m sick, it won’t even matter, you’ll still get it. 

Plenty time in, and I’m still with it. 
Still feel I’m fresh as a mint, and I still live it. 
Still deciphering ciphers with real lyrics. 
Still feel I rep where I’m from—and that’s Ill nigga.

[2: Truth]
Truth on the beat, so the beat’s gritty. 
Congregation says ‘Amen’ like Meek Milly.
Each and every street, city, 
state, country, who stay hungry, 
motto is ‘make money.’

Genetically, the pedigree is take money. 
Since the Cortés, Columbus ‘nem, they was jumping 
in and out of boats, cutting throats, taking slaves. 
Getting Mondays off for serial killers who paved the way
for the Berkshires and Sam Walton, Warren Buffet. 
Selling shares—ain’t sharing shit when going public. 
Say Lebron rich, Hov wealthy, stitching envy. 
Comparison to the real rich—they pitching pennies. 
[Uh] 
Sipping Henny got me honest. 
Wanna sip it.
Shit’s watered down.
Have it straight, and shit, you vomit. 
So, I pop snares, pluck basses, hitting chronic,
Like, 
“Don’t look at me…somebody gotta tell ‘em.’”

[Hook]
That’s Truth on the beat, and I speak his name
even when I spit in the streets, you hear what I’m saying, 
but do what you will with it
I’m usually ill with it
and if I’m sick, it won’t even matter, you’ll still get it. 

Plenty time in, and I’m still with it. 
Still feel I’m fresh as a mint, and I still live it. 
Still deciphering ciphers with real lyrics. 
Still feel I rep where I’m from—and that’s Ill nigga.”



Truth On The Beat [Produced By Truth] [Featuring Truth]

"[1]
If I could put it in an open letter
and tattoo that on my skin so I won’t forget it, 
I’d probably say something cliché, like “Hope is better.”
Knowing’s never an excuse for not trying to go and get some more. 

And they say we got a lot of nerve
to ask for justice, as if it’s something not deserved. 
When he went to prison it was ‘cause he had a lot to serve. 
Living’s like a game of chicken, and the mission’s not to swerve. 

So you get it how you gotta. Living for today and not tomorrow 
ain’t as hard when you starving. 
I thank my lucky stars to be able to say, 
it’s kind of like a fixed ball game, and you gotta play.

So you won’t catch me judging how he tried to find a way.
To make it from the first to the third ain’t ever safe. 
But winning’s like an inning. The rules of running the base 
is three outs, AKA, KKK [and you’re struck].

[Hook]
Still looking forward to a greater day, 
but I can’t say enough phrases to take the pain away. 
And we still straining through changes and living with dangers. 
As plain as I can say it, I wonder if we will make it. 
I ain’t looking to shake what I’m facing. I’m trying to break it. 
And if there was an easier road, I wouldn’t take it. 

If I was you, I wouldn’t take it. 
But I’m just me, and I won’t take it. 

[2]
If I could tell you how I really feel, 
I’d tell you it’s a real cold world with an infinite chill. 

No need to say what you already know. 
And if you sleeping then the po-po is like NoDōz. 

No indictments, no rights when they violate you; 
repeated disrespect when you asking them why they hate you. 
Land of Brotherhood—if my Brother’s under a hood
and terrorizing me, then my family ain’t all that good. 

And if the hood’s a badge, and my brother’s shooting me down, 
and other family members see others looting the town, 
and blame it on the victim, then we gotta change the system 
for our daughters and our fathers and our mothers and our sisters. 

If I could tell you how I really feel: 
America, here and right now, feels like the Killing Fields,
because we’re fighting for rights, and nobody’s civil still. 
Sometimes it’s hard…believing this is really real. 

[Hook]
Still looking forward to a greater day, 
but I can’t say enough phrases to take the pain away. 
And we still straining through changes and living with dangers. 
As plain as I can say it, I wonder if we will make it. 
I ain’t looking to shake what I’m facing. I’m trying to break it. 
And if there was an easier road, I wouldn’t take it. 

If I was you, I wouldn’t take it. 
But I’m just me, and I won’t take it. 

Still looking forward to a greater day, 
but I can’t say enough phrases to take the pain away. 
And we still straining through changes and living with dangers. 
As plain as I can say it, I wonder if we will make it. 
I ain’t looking to shake what I’m facing. I’m trying to break it. 
And if there was an easier road, I wouldn’t take it. 

If I was you, I wouldn’t take it. 
But I’m just me, and I won’t take it." 


If I Could [Tell You] [Produced by Truth]

Tech N9ne "Hood Go Crazy" ft. 2 Chainz & B.o.B
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Baby Blue (feat. Chance The Rapper)

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Power Trip (J. Cole Cover)

After a notable string of well received releases from Rhythm Section International, Label boss Bradley Zero recruits his South London comrade on RS007, Henry Wu, for an ode to SE15 with the new EP, 'Good Morning Pecknaam'.

A South East Londoner born and bred, Henry’s debut on Rhythm Section has been a long time coming and it seems that it was worth the wait as Henry presents 6 tracks of impeccably pleasing melodies. With previous releases on the likes of 22a and Alexander Nut’s Hotep... A back catalogue which has elevated him to becoming arguably one of the most hotly-tipped producers in the UK right now. The broken compositions and deep jazzy keys have earned him plaudits from scene veterans as well as peers, all keen to see what Henry will do next.

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