"Yo son, what the deal son? What's really hood son? (what's really hood?)
Word is bond, shit is real, shit is real..."
SIX/EARDRUM/TALIB KWELI
I don't, remember the first time I heard Kwe-li
I don't remember what I was doing
There were no remembered witnesses to my doings
But it seems like I've known him, forever
He who has, moved through mornings and midnights
Through, deaths and dawns
To document our bones our blood our lives
Listen, listen to his exact wings
Strumming mists from clouds
Listen, listen a man always punctual with his, mouth
Listen to his, revolution of syllables
Scoping lightning from his pores
Keeping time, with his hurricane beat
Asking us to pick ourselves up and become, THUNDER!
Listen.
Listen to this man's rhymes.
Listen to him wax poetic about the nickel and dimed.
wayward souls.
countless lost lives.
youngins caught up.
embedded in crime.
unguided,
unkempt,
unaware of better ways to kill the time.
press play and listen,
enjoy the company of his guests,
constant,
coming in,
presence gift
offering nothing but their best.
from the top to the bottom,
from the bottom to the top,
20 tracks, never long, well sequenced, non-stop!
this knowledge,
that wordplay,
his hunger, those beats;
soul mongering,
spine tingling,
can't just listen,
must think.
commercial,
"backpackin'",
chitlin cicuit,
underground;
this knowledge,
that wordplay,
his hunger-
Lifted these stories
from the soil
aboveground.
press play,
juslissen,
bob ya head,
tap ya feet,
feel it,
fell this,
feel the heartbeat, feel the heartbeat,
"on your eardrum you got a new heartbeat"
Just listen,
take it in,
takes note if you need.
press play and just listen.
then repeat.repeat.
KEY TRACKS: Hostile Gospel Pt.1/Country Cousins/The Perfect Beat
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