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[Verse of the Day] One Minute Man Remix x Jay-Z

Today I had to change the bars to a verse for Hov’s Day. The early 2000’s was live for hip-hop and Jay was jumpin on tracks and murdering them (Supa Ugly dropped the end of 2001.. ughh!) Missy was holding it down heavy and when One Minute Man dropped, it was spinning nonstop. Jay came *pause* on the remix and switched the whole connotation of a “one minute man” and how smooth was that?! Shouts to my sweets Zack (cant think of your twitter name -_-) for him putting this tune in my ear.

Fifty grand I get this on one take…
Look, I’m not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I’m tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)/
I’m tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get ya Independent ass out of here – QUESTION?/
I’m not your man, not Ralph Tresvant
Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma/
I’m tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
like I’m Roberto Duran.. no mas/
Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)/
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to “put it in her mouth”/
The dick too chubby, too much’ll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby/
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don’t forget to put your ring back on/

 

 

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[Bars of the Day] Money Trees x K. Dot xx Jay Rock

I’ve been waking to this song for some days now and it’s so necessary to be today’s pick. Last night during the last Presidential debate, one of my followers mentioned Mitt Romney saying “you just lost another debate, ya bish” so it was only right I quoted Kendrick ,“A silver spoon I know you come from, ya biishh.” (BTW Please vote, don’t fall into the art of peer pressure when it comes to “not caring” about your future in this country/world because you do count and WILL be affected.) With that being said, here’s los bars:

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya biiishh (ya biiish)
Parked the car then we start rhymin’, ya biiishh (ya biiish)/
The only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind)
Then freeze that verse when we see dolla signs (see dolla signs)/
You looking like an easy come up, ya biiishh (ya biiish)
A silver spoon I know you come from, ya biiishh (ya biiish)/
And that’s a lifestyle that we never knew
Go at a reverend for the revenue/

Besides me loving every song in the movie, this one gets a lot of repeats. This record is one that screams relative situations in our culture. Hustle by any means necessary. Jay said, “if I need it, imma get it however, God help me.” Banks shouted, “I die for a bill, believe in the dolla’, for the chips, anyone gets it, even Estrada.”  And K. Dot explains it in a song with the most nonchalant, but straight-forward attitude with a hook letting us know a dollar can easily influence a decision.

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah
Pick your poison tell me what you doin?/
Everybody gon’ respect the shooter,
But the one in front of the gun lives forever/
And I been hustlin’ all day, this a way, that a way
Through canals and alleyways, just to say/
Money trees is the perfect place for shade and tha’s just how I feel
A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that’s just how I feel/
A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with tha’s just how I feel
A dollar might, just make that lane switch tha’s just how I feel/
A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich tha’s just how I feel

Shouts to DJ Dahi on the beat and Jay Rock‘s verse was cool. Gotta appreciate the way Money Trees explains the motive of the situation in “Art of Peer Pressure.” I am grateful for artist who make all of their music connect and Kendrick is so amazing at telling his story in a way that you must listen to it all to circle back to the connections so it can hit you like, “ohhhhhhh.” (Not saying other artist don’t; if you listen to Kendrick like I do, you know what I mean)  But I mean what do I know? I just live this hip-hop/music shit.

tha’s jus’ how I feel.

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…She’s workin’ at the Pyramid tonight.

Big-sun-comin’ strong through the mo-tel – bliinds, wake up to a girl… For now les’ call her Cleeeeeuhpaaatra. 

Cle-uh-pa-tra.

I watch you fix ya hair… and put ya panties on innuh mirrruh. 

Cle-uh-pa-tra.

Then-ya-lip-stick.

Cle-uh-pa-tra.

Then-your-six-inch. heels. 

Caatch ha…

She’s headed to the Pyramiii-ih-ihd.

She’s workin’ at the Pyramid tunight.

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