5:24 p.m. | 2004-01-26
I Put My Heart Out There and What Happens?
Word of the Day for Monday January 26, 2004
peripatetic pair-uh-puh-TET-ik, adjective:
Of or pertaining to walking about or traveling from place to place; itinerant.
I wonder how long it takes to lay tracks for rap songs. Well, not rap rap, but like actually GOOD freestyle rap. Ok, explanation needed:
I'm not black. I don't speak like it. I don't act like it. But SHIT my music taste would make you think that I am. For example--right now we're listening to "Blackalicious." I'm not even going to comment on the name. But seriously, this stuff is amazing! For example, one of my favorite songs (and if you have access to a downloading source I suggest you do it, just this once, it's totally worth it just to see the talent). So, Blackalicious writes:
Neutron, proton, mass effect, lyrical oxidation, yo irrelevant
Mass spectrograph, your electron volt, atomic energy erupting
As I get all open on betacron, gamma rays thermo cracking
Cyclotron and any and every mic
You're on trans iridium, if you're always uranium
Molecules, spontaneous combustion, pow
Law of de-fi-nite pro-por-tion, gain-ing weight
I'm every element of brown
Lead, gold, tin, iron, platinum, zinc, when I rap you think
Iodine nitrate activate
Red geranium, the only difference is I transmit sound
Balance was unbalanced then you add a little talent and
Careful, careful with those ingredients
They could explode and blow up if you drop then
And they hit the ground
Let it flow, yo, just let it go, get back
C-O-H-O-2 wine water solution of calcium hydroxide
Slobbin it, C-A-O lime will make bleach powder
Galvanic metal beats stomp out louder
Dried ice, C-0 squared refrigerant
N-O-2 makes you laugh, it's laughing gas used by the dentists
I nearly added acid glue, I'm like oil of a toil, the king of chemicals
And the G heat gas waved all your mats
Chemical change, ice point, melt all your raps
Atomic weight, hold shocks, when you call
Refillable gas keep going way beyond
Biotch I'm only ill with buzzin, feel the ambiance
A diabetic process outta calm your ass
After I warm your ass, I'll give sodium, silicate N-O-2-S-1-O-3, a water glass
Borax flexure full of brimstone sulfur
Boraxic acid, hip-hop preserver
C-O-2 could never put away the fire
Style aroma is scientific; the lyrical fuse would be connected
To teach you chemical calisthenics
The Theory is that all matter is composed of at least three fundamental particles
Protons, electrons, neutrons, Protons charge is positive
By now you've guessed electrons are probably negatively charged
Neutrons don't follow either, neutral, in the middle, only no apologies
Centered, unmoved by yin and yang ideology
Neutron, bomb songs, electron fury
Cosmic musical radio-activity
Different points in joints within infinity
Oxygen and hydrogen alive within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy
Within all types of energy, inside a world, inside a world
Inside a universe, inside of me existing although I can't see it
Hydrocarbon, nitrogen cycle, ionization
Heavier than electric motor metals that weigh over a ton
This has been a chemist, Blackalicious creation
Clean out your desk, put your papers away cause class in almost done
This is chemistry plus calisthenics
I'm calcium plus potassium, magnesium, newspaper of sodium, sulfate
Your solvent, chloroform, remedy from the norm
glycerin, purest form Titanium
there is no way out, when this newfy is out
of all arms vibration, forming in a nigga
some bleachin' to teach ya religious is equal to pieces of meteor
Eager to be here or is it, can see here I know all of all
I'ma pickin' up pretty little Cindy
I'm more, I'm thinkin of more,
I'm cookin a potion!
"Neutrons don't follow either, neutral, in the middle, only no apologies. Centered, unmoved by yin and yang ideology." Now if that ain't AMAZING writing--I don't know what. And what's even more is that if you actually listen to the song, and sit there and try to read along--he's going so fast and so hard that you can't do it.
Are there sexual themes to their lyrics and songs? Yes. Are they all that way? No. In fact, to a certain extent they're no worse than the things you think. There's no "back that ass up so I can aim my 'love stick' inside you and make you writhe like a dieing fish." I mean, those are no exact lyrics, but there's thought in this. This music is our rock and roll, it's or escape, it's our generation, it's our rebellion.
Do me a favor, support your local talented freestyler, download a little of this stuff and see if you can open your mind.
For now, I'm going to go listen to my very white Chopin Etudes.
Signing Off--Lauren
ps: I started another page with Jamie, that we're listing on our AIM stuff so that we can...record the insanity that is college? Perhaps. Either way, enjoy the Lamie.
