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Killer Afro-Beat funk from this newly released Acid Jazz compilation featuring 'Rare 7s and EPs from Benin and Niger'

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 12, 2009

Lyrics:

Ay

Let me kick it to you right quick, man

Not on some gangsta shit man, on some real shit

Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you feel the same way

Big Phil

This for you pimpin'

Ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)

Just trying to find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

And ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)

Just trying to find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home

Run into a group of niggas who gettin' they hate on

You walk by

They get wrong

You reply then shit get blown

Way outta proportion

Way past discussion

Just you against them, pick one then rush 'em

Figure you'll get jumped, hell that's nothing

They don't wanna stop there now they bussin'

Now you gushin', ambulance rushin'

You to the hospital with a bad concussion

Plus ya hit four times

But it hit ya spine

Paralyzed waist down now ya wheel chair bound

Nevermind that now you lucky to be alive

Just think it all started you fussin' with three guys

Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way

You could fuck around, get shot, die any day

Niggas die everyday

All over bullshit, dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit

Could this be 'cause of hip hop music?

Or did the ones with the good sense not use it?

Usually niggas don't know what to do

When their back against the wall so they just start shootin'

For red or for blue or for blow I guess

From Bankhead up to your projects

No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take

Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake

That part of me left yesterday

The heart of me is strong today

No regrets I'm blessed to say

The old me dead and gone away

Ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)

Just trying to find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

And ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)

Just trying to find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

I ain't never been scared, I lived through tragic

Situation could've been dead lookin' back at it

Most of that shit didn't even have to happen

But you don't think about it when you out there trappin'

In apartments, hangin', smokin', and rappin'

Niggas start shit, next thing ya know we cappin'

Get locked up then didn't even get mad

Now think about damn what a life I had

Most of that shit, look back, just laugh

Some shit still look back get sad

Maybe my homeboy still be around

Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time

I won that fight

I lost that war

I can still see my nigga walkin' out that door

Who'da thought I'd never see Philant no more?

Got enough dead homies I don't want no more

Cost a nigga his job

Cost me more

I'da took that ass-whooping now for sure

Now think before I risk my life

Take them chances to get my stripe

A nigga put his hands on me alright

Otherwise stand there talk shit all night, so

'Cause I hit you, and you sue me

I shoot you, get locked up, who? Me?

No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take

Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake

That part of me left yesterday

The heart of me is strong today

No regrets I'm blessed to say

The old me dead and gone away

Ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)

Just trying to find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

And ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)

Just trying to find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

I turn my head to the East

I don't see nobody by my side

I turn my head to the West

Still nobody in sight

So I turn my head to the North

Swallow that pill that they call pride

That old me is dead and gone

But that new me will be alright

I turn my head to the East

I don't see nobody by my side

I turn my head to the West

Still nobody in sight

So I turn my head to the North

Swallow that pill that they call pride

That old me is dead and gone

But that new me will be alright, 'cause

Songwriter: Jayden Simpkins

Ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)

Just trying to find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone

And ooh (hey) I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long)

Just trying to find my way back home (back home)

The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, yeah

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Justin Timberlake

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Bon Soir 🆕️ 🕺💃🎧

Jungle 🎶 Keep Me Satisfied

[spilladabalia]

Dr John: "I Been Hoodood"

PERSONNEL: Dr. John (composer, lead vocal)

The Meters: Art Neville (organ); Leo Nocentelli (lead guitar); George Porter Jr. (bass guitar); Ziggy Modeliste (drums)

Additional personnel: Jessie Smith, Robbie Montgomery (backing vocal); David Spinozza (guitar solo); Allen Toussaint (producer, piano, percussion, rhythm guitar, horn arrangements)

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[yellowmanula]

Artykuł o historii rave'u został przyjęty i dostałam pozytywny feedback: jako bardzo ciekawy, wręcz erudycyjny ❤ Podzieliłam go na historie różnych scen, które się ostatecznie zaczęły splatać, dążac często na imprezach do multigatunkowości. Łapcie snippet: Scena jungle, drum and bass i pirackie radiostacje: Amen break pochodzi z utworu "Amen, Brother" zespołu The Winstons (1969 r.), który był instrumentalną stroną B ich singla "Color Him Father". Zespół zaś wykonywał muzykę soul i funk. W pewnym momencie utworu, perkusista G.C. Coleman zagrał solowy rytm perkusyjny trwający około 6 sekund – to właśnie jest słynny amen break. Sampel zwany think breakiem, pochodzi z kolei z piosenki Lyn Collins "Think (About it)" z 1972 r., a wyprodukowanej przez samego Jamesa Browna. To właśnie te sample stały się podstawą nowego, niezwykle szybkiego gatunku – jungle. Nazwa i hasło "Jungle is massive" pochodzą od reakcji Jamajczyków na nieustanne prześladowanie. "Go back to the jungle" - te słowa nieustannie padały w stronę czarnoskórych przybyszów z ust białych Brytyjczyków. Hasło przerodziło się następnie w "Junglist is massive" nawiązując do potężnej sekcji basu, i wyrafinowanej nawijki MC, które charakteryzują brzmienie dub, jungle czy drum and bass. Po raz pierwszy użyte przez M. Beat feat. General Levy w utworze "Incredible". piszę ja ta pani doktorantka od rave'ów 😃

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