I need a dollar it makes me wanna holler Can't get in the club cause they say I need a collar Can't get in the country club, because I rock a blue one They say I need a white collar, but my pops was in the union Son of a workin' man, I don't have no benefits Screamin' f**k the system and everything it represents I punch the clock so much I wanna punch the clock Like literally beat the screen and make the hands of time stop The field is made of concrete we still share croppin The spirituals I sing are over top of beat boxin I was beat and boxed, in a cell left to rot They say we free, but I'm nervous on my block I don't have a weapon and I havent done a crime But I still got this fear, I'm at risk of doin time Still get uptight when the cops cirlce around Protect and serve still got a funny sound Troy Davis' Blood still stains the ground I see a brothas should I greet him with frown or a pound This is the climate, of the urban environment Tryin to make it through today, haven't thought about retirement A lot good people worked they self into the grave, In my American Dreams, I'm an American slave This nation was built so that we never have power They got bullets for anyone that don't respect they dollar Bullets for anyone that don't respect the dollar Bullets for anyone that don't respect the dolla
Verse 1 This is Hip-Hop music, please don't confuse it With anything less than magic, they got my fuse lit The DJ screaming new sh*t, Drums that kick and hit with the boom bip Boom Bap, enough of the tomb rap We need more Guerrila mansoon rap This new crap, is well dressed garbage Beef sells so n*ggaz eat exlax and start sh*t While creativity is all constipated I concentrated on music that made me wanna make it Its easy to fake it and hard to be yourself So I'm selective what I pick up off the shelf Wanna hide something from a n*gga, put it in a book Wanna brainwash him with it, then put it in a hook Rich kids dress poor, poor kids dress rich Deep down inside both wishing that they could switch Tables turn like a DJ is spinning You know how many people you could feed with that grill while you grinning To the next level is where I got to take ya I'm so happy, I put hope on paper
Hook: It's the one two, one two check the one two The return of the one two, yes the one two We started with the one two, yep the one two You rockin with who, the bullsh*t's through
Verse 2 You can't conquer it, my rhyme style is prominent I stand dominant squattin droppin the hottest shyt Diarrhea on a stove, manure in the oven, let it cook til its coal Another Heat Rock, for your Bar B-que pit Another slick mouth, become busted lip Teeth Missing, I told him stop bitin he aint listen On the Gerber diet, cause you didn't get out the kitchen Too many Verbal Gangsters and Lyrical Tough Guys Record Labels Molest you like boys gettin touch by Catholic Preachers, he bought a chain some sneakers When he Should've went bought some bang and some features N****z copy and past now I must delete ya Wack MC this is A** Whoopin very to meet ya Beat ya black and blue, maroon and indigo Its Wheel of Misfortune and you're about to win the show Didn't grow, got 4 albums and didnt elevate Your career's over now got plenty time to meditate Battle me no, you gotta fallacy flow Maybe you can atleast do a reality show Where People watch you only because they hate you Ya label signed you only so they could r*pe you You Walk around wearing your advance on your neck Then Cut the f___n Mic on and can't get respect What ding dong Made alotta money on a ringtone Next year abracadabra (poof) he's gone Na Naa Naaa hey hey hey Him no play, Him slay like the DJ Kay (Ay) Send these doofy n****z on they way N****z work not to be themselves, I'm just bein me No apologies, I'm secure like I use sure Deodorize the music, and let's get to the core So don't get it twisted thinking its all love If you reach for the mic, you gone pull back a nub
Hook: It's the one two, one two check the one two The return of the one two, yes the one two We started with the one two, yep the one two You rockin with who, the bullsh*t's through
On the heels of completing The Unlimited Love EP. J. Keys went over to Europe for a series of intimate performances, writing sessions, and recording sessions.
This time in Europe has been life changing!! At some point in life we all deserve to go to another country (or at least city) and live for even just a short time. Not just do touristy things but really meet people and learn about the culture and do day to day activities. In just a matter of weeks I have come to realize that I am a global citizen. I don't fear unknown territory, I embrace it. I hate to leave London I have met so many amazing people.
I find comfort knowing no matter where I go, I will attract like minded people and build a community. I take with me a renewed sense of fearlessness and a thirst to cultivate even more relationships and charter more unfamiliar ground. Go NOW... see the world even if you can't leave today begin by mapping it out...
Marshall (Blackvibes.com) at J. Keys Listening Session
J. Keys held a private listening session at Harmonie Park Music Studios in his hometown of Detroit allowing a small select group to preview his new project entitled "The Unlimited Love EP." Everyone was treated to an open bar as Keys discussed his motivation for the project along with a brief introduction to each record. Keys also brought out B.I.Z. the Messenger, one of the projects collaborators to introduce the song on which he is featured.
Big Leed, the project's singular producer, spoke to the room candidly about how efficient and organic the experience was working with Keys on UL. Anonymous Records has yet to disclose an official release date for the project but Keys did disclose that they will first be introducing a series of buzz cuts and each song on the EP will have a video.
J. Keys introduces his own brand of freestyle, with the release of the Fly Together (Keymix). In a departure from the cookie cutter exaggerated talk about the finer things in life, Keys disses bottle service, student loans, and spending above your means; all while comparing the post-college experience to a 'wack album.'
He asks "Are we really that fly, or is our head in the sky?" Borrowing from the sounds of Red Cafe and Ryan Leslie's Fly Together, bar for bar Keys spits straight fire AND truth!!
Keymix - /Kee-Mix/ Noun - a song deriving from the act in which J. Keys forcibly takes an original recording by another artist. The subject matter of this derivative recording is then modified by J. Keys to give it a different, oftentimes more interesting viewpoint on a popular topic in music.
Ex. - "This joint is hot, but it deserves a Keymix!"
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