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Michael Jackson – World Music Awards – 2006 London
MICHAEL JACKSON MUSEUM
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Lucinda Williams new single Buttercup
Blessed will be released March 1, 2011
This is from “Sweet Old World” – Lucinda Williams singing “Hot Blood”
Nas – A Million ft DJ Premier 2010 + Lyrics
[Verse 1]…..la la la, la la la
I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I’m charged
Writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I’m throbbin, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
The thief’s theme, play me at night, they won’t act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I’m facin time like
‘Pappy’ Mason with pens I’m embracin
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Air the Nikes on my feet, keep my cypher, complete
Whether crusin in a Sikh’s cab, or Montero Jeep
I can’t call it, beats make me fallin asleep
I keep fallin, but never fallin six feet deep
I’m out for presidents to represent me (Get money)
I’m out for presidents to represent me (Take money)
I’m out for dead fucking presidents to represent me
[Chorus]
“Whose world is this?”
The world is yours
Disciple of the projects slash verbal murderer
“Whose world is this?”
Yeah the world is yours
To the philly bluntheads, crackpumping drug murderers
“Whose world is this?”
The world is yours
To my niggaz coming home from lockdown with new plans
“Whose world is this?”
@%*#, the world is mine
Holdin’ a stolen cop’s glock with G-notes in my hand
“Whose world is this?”
[Verse 2]
To my man Ill Will, God bless your life
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
My insight enlights vision
Words of wisdom, niggaz pay me intuition
To listen, to murder paragraphs of mysticism
Man plant seeds that brings forth multiple breeds
So many cultures in one planet but one culture’s free
Son, I need weed to proceed
Change the flow speed and I’m getting vexed Guiliani and six six six
There’s no days for broke days selling smoke pays
I toke the chocolate, potent phillies never roach spray
Shit is a hassel, the bridge is like a haunted castle
The mic’s my religion, the system is the Devil’s lassle
Hey yo, the trife life is the most influential
The colors on mens skins and pens is coincidental
How ya livin’? Large or broke uh
You’re wasting time extortin papers from smokers
Cacthing court papers getting broker
[Chorus]
The world is mine
Persona of late Tony Montana yet gettin’ mine
“Whose world is this?”
The whole world is mine
Who want it, I never front it, I’m forever blunted, gettin’ lye
“Whose world is this?”
Ante up with the lye (La la la)
Never stop, we don’t stop (La la la)
The hennylo, puff a lye y’all (La la la)
Don’t stop the hennylo (La la la)
Who puff the lye? (La la la)
Everyday, puff the lye plus the hennylo (La la la)
[Verse 3]
I’m the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I’m deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new nigga, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it’s over me it’s too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I’m amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain’s in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin bitches like the Phantom
The crew is lampin Ill Will style
Check the gold toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the fly clothes, burnin dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin dames plus the games
people play, I check the dames plus the games people play
bust the problems of the world today
“Who’s world is this?” [x5]
[until end]
“La la la, la la la, la la la la la”
DJ FLY DMC WORLD CHAMPION 2008 on Gold Turntables /
Video by DJ J-One
HardKnock.TV takes you Behind the Scenes into the Beat Junkies studio while Rhettmatic and Buff1 work on their new collaborative album; self titled “Crown Royale”.
In this segment DJ Rhettmatic talks about coming up in Hip Hop as an Asia American. Rhett says that he thinks Filipinos and Asians in general are starting to get their just due in Hip Hop. Rhett remembers that coming up he was hated on by some Filipinos who called him a fligger and asked him if he wanted to be black. At the same time he got hated on from the hip hop community until he showed and proved that he belong. Rhett goes on to say that people try to call him an Asian American Hip Hop artists but that he rather think of himself as a Hip Hop artists that happens to be Asian American. Rhett goes on to talk about some of the Asian Americans doing big things in Hip Hop like Ill Mind, Chad Hugo, DJ Q-Bert, Jabbawockeez and more.
Crown Royale album is in stores now! Interview by Mark Anthony Jenkins and Nick Huff Barili.
mon nouveau videomix dancehall hip hop rnb coupé decalé funk… toujours du bon son au programme :p laisser une trace de votre passage big up a tous!!
1995 remix of the original classic that seems to get played just as much.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bryan-OQuinn/102927984785DOWNLOAD: Keep On (Holding On) Mp3
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Old School House Music
Bryan O’Quinn Deep House Track
Keep On (Holding On) – Sharp Diamond vocal mix vinyl 12″ original mix
Written, Produced Composed and Performed by Bryan O’Quinn © 1990
Additional Remix by and Recycled Chuck Walker Hit Sounds Music NYC
Label: BSM Entertainment & Records
Catalog#: 1964 -0747
Format: Vinyl, 12″
Country: USA & UK
Remix Released: 1996
Genre: Dance
Style: Deep House, Garage House
Credits: Producer — Bryan O’Quinn and Chuck Walker
Keep On (Holding On)
Written and performed by Bryan O’Quinn
Club House track remixed and recycled by Bryan O’Quinn and Chuck Walker
© BSM Entertainment ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
They will deal you a losing hand
that moment on you’re not your own man
wish you were not so entwined
with jealousy corrupt the hype and lies
We’re on the one I can see that everyone’s competing
(Everyone’s competing)
songs sound the same there’s a price to pay ke
cause you’re
you’re like a bird in a gilded cage but
Chant:
Keep Keep, keep on- keep on,
Keep Keep, keep on- keep on,
Keep Keep, keep on- keep on,
Keep Keep, keep on- keep on: repeat
Chorus
Keep on, keep on holding on do what you feel
don’t let them steal your dream
keep on holding on do what you feel
and raise you’re self esteem
You’ve got to think about your priorities
Never trade your passion for their glory
Make the deal and break your heart
Imagine that they planned it all from the start
I’ve got news they’re not your friend
It’s time you really see the beast within but
Repeat
Chant
Chorus
BWS151 Creative Final Project
Lyrics:
1.Defensive in his style waiting for a mistake
2.With a smile on his face, yet still bitter from hate
3.Hay makers in wake that left em cooked like a steak
4.Right hooks to the crooks who called him out as a fake
5.Its not up for debate, Jack Johnson produced
6.In a fight with tommy burns never called it a truce
7.And While burns could only turn to his verbal abuse
8.Johnson had him on tilt like he was leaning obtuse
9.He sat back and relaxed then started bringing the heat
10.Hammering a falling burns, held him up, then repeat
11.Burns reacted with the slurs, but ended up at the feet
12.Of the Galveston giant, bathing in a defeat
13.Johnson would never retreat, looking hard as a stone
14.He was something like a king but wasnt given a throne
15.Because the tone of his skin, 50 and 0 with the win
16.Line em up, lay em down, uppercut to the chin
The opposition was succombing
As he took them away
All the pain, persistent numbing
From the hate in the day
Fighting style pretty stunning
Hed put on a display
Champion he was becoming
His opponents would pay
1.I find it hard to believe that they still wanted to fight
2.But the critics still chirped because his skin wasnt light
3.6-1 was his height, and though his skin wasnt white
4.Looking like a powder keg, he was about to ignite
5.Its absurd, things blurred, Jeffries wanted a bout
6.The former champ was feeling stirred, coming out of his drought
7.He gave a shout as to saying white man was the king
8.But had a world of hurt coming stepping into the ring
9.July 4th, 1910 ringside out in reno
10.In Nevada not vegas man forget the casino
11.White, black and latinoâ20,000 on hand
12.Johnsons head up in the cloud, Jeffries head in the sand
13.So throughout the competition, Johnson racked up the score
14.Beating a helpless Jim Jeffries, hit him twice to the floor
15.Pop that into the drawer, and understand me son
16.Boxings first black man, world champion
1.Wave after wave, the celebrations proceed
2.And police had tried their best, but they couldnt succeed
3.Many riots had occurred taking time to recede
4.And for blacks the victory wasnt a want but a need
5.Giving pride and lifting chins it was of something to claim
6.The new negro uprising seemingly was the aim
7.So then Johnson took a shot, aiming at the white gentry
8.Giving all blacks hope with the fight of the century
9.And at first he wasnt loud, but started taking a stand
10.And consider him damn proud to have defeated the man
11.Who had claimed his white supremecy all over the land
12.Only to hop up in the ring, 14 rounds, then was canned
13.Johnson made himself an example putting down the attacks
14.Reminisce about his legacy as Im laying the tracks
15.All truth up out my mouth, regurgitating the facts
16.If youre taking one thing, it was inspiring for blacks
Instrumental by RedHookNoodles–no intention for monetary gain.
